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hen Shake finally managed to retrieve his truck and get to a hotel room, paid for by the Governor’s office as indicated by a note on a sumptuous basket of cheese, sausage, wine, and crackers, it was getting on toward nightly news time. He stuffed himself with snacks, raided the mini-bar for whiskey, and watched excerpts from the press conference on TV. Didn’t matter which channel he tried, local or network, they were all carrying coverage of the foiled bomb plot wall-to-wall. Shortly after he heard himself hailed as a national hero for the fifth or sixth time, Chan called.
“I guess I don’t need to ask why you didn’t call.”
“Guess not. You’ve seen the news I take it.”
“You take it correctly. I’ve seen it—three or four times—and so has everyone else you and I ever knew. I’d h
