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Danny pulled over to the shoulder and cut his headlights before rolling down the windows.
The cold air blowing across the half-raised glass made a hollow sound, like a whisper. Or maybe the whisper had never really gone away. What the hell had happened, there at the end? At his moment of greatest triumph, someone else had been there. And yet, rather than spoiling his victory, it had tasted sweeter. That’s why he was inclined to think Virgil or Adam—maybe both?—had been there. Observing. Not doing anything to interfere. Because he—or they—sanctioned his actions? No. Because they couldn’t do anything. For whatever reason, they were powerless against him.
Just as he was powerless against the voice, the whisper that wouldn’t leave him alone, even with the smell of his latest offering per
