Then why are the soldiers joining me? And why out here in the open where everybody can see?
Warning! Negative Thought!
Cavelli c****d his head as if closing in on the solution to a riddle. Why all the same colored trains? Why all the sneaking around when we could be rolling at forty miles an hour? Negative . . . "Holy s**t!" he cried, "You're damned right it's a negative thought!" He leaned out his window and glared at the distant engine hidden from all but himself among two rows of trees lining the tracks.
Cavelli lifted the phone. "Hey, Jeremiah, you son of a b***h, I just figured out what you're doing to me . . . to us. Maybe I'll hit the gas and leave you out here by yourself. How would you like that, you prick!"
Jeremiah listened with deepening concern and noticed the light next t
