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Whats new? Mason asked. Hello? In the summer. Travis Devine took a shallow breath, ignored the heat and humidity that was rising fast along with the sun, and rushed to board the 6:20 train, like it was the last flight out of Saigon. He was wearing an off-the-rack pearl-gray suit, a wrinkled white shirt that needed laundering, and a muted dark tie. He would rather be in jeans and a T-shirt, or cammies and Army jump boots. But that couldnt happen, not on this ride. Theres no maybe about it. Youdo work too hard. But you clearly love it, so maybe you dont really work a day in your life. Isnt that how the old saying goes? Its a good hypothesis, and you know it, Stone said. Who does? Thats what you had in mind, Mason told him. Ill step back and meet Mr. Doxey. No one said anything. Process it all you like, Stone said. My client will take your check. In my youth, which I sometimes enjoy thinking of as misspent, I was a bit of an over-achiever in a limited kind of way. Or perhaps I was simply in a hurry although a bit unsure of my destination. If any. But by the time I was thirty-two I had been a student, a police reporter, a state legislator, a foreign correspondent, a political gunslinger, and some even thought, mistakenly, a secret agent of sorts. Now at forty-three I was a poetaster and a goatherd, providing that two Nubian goats could be considered a herd. At least I hope to God it will. Im not so sure, Sergeant Holcomb said, turning around. Not that theyre sharing with me. Well, are they gone, or arent they?.