Chapter 55
As soon as I was finally able to get out of there, I raced out to my car, grabbed the Thompson from the trunk and drove over to the professor’s house.
So many months of fruitless exile, pointless waiting. So many months of feeling lost, unable to determine even the next step I should take. So many nights sitting up with my friend, my only friend in this desolate steppe, talking until midnight and often later.
How many of those conversations had we had, and on how many topics? Medieval history, the T’ang dynasty, the Aztecs and the alchemists. It all blurred together. I had been fooled before, but I doubt I have ever been made such a complete fool of. A sickening combination of rage and nausea drove me, but I came up with a basic plan. Stick the Thompson in his face, force him
