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On the United flight to LA — mileage! — I recapped my last few days.

I’d crept Dr. Samantha Rowley twice. Jersey again, then Chelsea on Sunday night. I’d couriered the photos to Carmen Ortega. They’d found something — I’d learn what later this morning.

Monday — Jakub Nowak. Nic. Nada.

Tuesday — Mr. Drake Fowler I was hand-carrying the ... um, research. Would turn it over to the Gloria Allen team. None of whom would inquire about the provenance of the material. I wouldn’t mention that the Sullivans had already spent three hours on the Weekly Planner. Were still working on a copy of the external drive. And that I’d instructed them to keep digging. Deeper and deeper.

It wasn’t that I wanted to show up Team Allen. Although that wouldn’t break my heart. But the Sullivans were a known quantity. Sneaky. And would use methods that LA probably wouldn’t.

It had felt good to be out there. In the field doing something. Maybe not accomplishing anything, but doing something. At the same time, it felt appropriate, felt right, to slow down, catch my breath. Find out what the adults had been up to.

I’m not usually introspective. I mean, I’m not a brainless gadfly. But I usually consider a course of action and take it. Move on.

But lately, this Macklin case ... I don’t know; I was feeling uneasy about flaunting the law. I had the usual greater-good rationalizations. And the fuckers could have given me a fatal injection. But still.

I do, usually, mean to do the right thing. I make promises to myself. But, truth is, I don’t always mean it. Can an internal misstatement of motive — a lie to myself — be, on some level, aspirational? Understandable?

Out there somewhere is someone I would like to be ... intend to be. Yet, I can’t pretend to be outside of my own moral concerns. Can’t ignore the salience of my own behavior. The lawlessness.

On the other hand, I can’t live my life like I’m in a ... an austere Presbyterian church. Hard pews and upright angles. I can’t listen only to the sermon with Protestant rectitude in a room with clean lines and unadorned surfaces.

Fuck.

Mitchum, and his still-silent wife, had a new look. Green eyeliner on the right, blue on the left.

We took surface streets again to Wilshire. Turned right off La Cienega and cruised to Gloria’s office building. Carmen was waiting for me, coffee service already laid out. Bowl of mini Snickers bars. It was fifteen minutes before nine.

She smiled that glorious smile, “Shorthand update. Rowley has been copying Roberts on more and more reports.”

Eric Roberts, head of security. Drake Fowler’s boss.

“Interesting.”

“Very.”

I pulled last night’s burner from my shoulder bag, “Here. Fowler research.” I gave her the external drive too.

Carmen stood, “Be right back.” She’d deliver the booty to the Allen team. Researchers and digital investigators.

I unwrapped a Snickers. And reflected on the Macklin case. I now understood why Gloria had had me spend so much time learning the pharmaceutical business. Opioids, including Macklin’s marketing and distribution plans. The tedious process of naming a drug. Details that weren’t really germane to my narrow assignment. Gloria had wanted to immerse me in the culture, the patois, the ... life. To understand the people, the ethos, from the inside out.

Carmen returned with Sistine and Gloria. Smiles all around.

Gloria took both my hands in hers, “How are you doing, Winter? Really?”

Matt Striker.

I said, “The champagne is flat and the caviar has run out — will it never end?”

Gloria threw back her head and laughed, “Mike Nichols! I loved him. My first truly bi-coastal man.”

Of course she would have known him.

Sistine said, “Carmen told you about Roberts.”

I nodded.

Sistine gave me an update from the West Coast perspective. Primarily, that Gathers and Gates had increased our funding for this year by almost 20%. Again, I reminded myself to pay more attention to financing. Think beyond my daily rates. And what to have for dinner.

I gave them a recap of my last few days. Minus the extralegal parts. Okay, illegal.

“Dr. Samantha Rowley has set up weekend housekeeping with Drake Fowler.” Sounded more businesslike than boning. I’m all about businesslike.

I said, “I don’t know what the latest Rowley research means to your experts, but my ... intuition tells me she’s involved. With below-the-radar experiments.”

Gloria said, “Which means that Fowler is.”

“That’s my gut instinct.” Mr. November. Bleak and gray on the surface.

Gloria smiled, “Trust your gut. I rely on mine.”

I nodded. Said, “As you know, I thought that Fowler’s driver — Jakub Nowak — might be involved too. They spend so many hours together in that car. But I don’t think he’s any more than just a driver.”

Sistine said, “Fowler reports to Roberts.”

I nodded.

Gloria looked at me sharply, “What?”

I sighed. Here I went, trotting off to Speculation Land again. “Roberts doesn’t feel right. His background, his ... white collar life. It doesn’t scan.”

Sistine said, “But he’s being read in on the details. ZB8687. I mean Rowley really drilled down. And copied him on all of it.”

I nodded.

Gloria said, “Winter.”

I sighed again. Sometimes I prefer working solo. I looked at Sistine, “Did your people look at the Roberts timeline? I wonder if he started getting copied on everything after the raid.”

Silence. Carmen excused herself.

Gloria was musing, “Roberts was copied on two items before the raid.”

Sistine’s turn to sigh, “Winter’s right. The blizzard of paperwork started after the raid.”

Walker said, “Winter was planning on naming me Strut.”

Pilar, adoringly, “Because of the way you stride the earth?”

Walker nodded modestly.

Pilar, “Why’d she change her mind?”

“Hospital. Demerol.”

Vanessa glanced at me. I wasn’t reaching for weaponry. Not yet. Not quite yet.

I was repaying the three hours I’d borrowed flying west. But I still landed in Newark a little before nine in the morning. Red eye. It wasn’t all hardship. First class for one. Plus, I’d brought along a chicken pot pie from the Grill on the Alley.

I hadn’t had to check into the Beverly Wilshire; they let me shower and change clothes in a vacant room. Classy. And smart — Gloria sends a lot of business their way

Fresh, and freshly attired, I walked across Wilshire to Dayton and sweet-talked the bartender into sweet-talking the kitchen into fixing me a lunch-only pie.

Being egalitarian, I allowed United to provide dessert. Then, using my own mini-pillow, I slept. Airline pillows had gone the way of hotel bathrobes, public swimming pools.

As we started our descent, I brushed my teeth, my hair. And deplaned into a bustling Newark terminal to meet Daddy and Bear.

Jessie Sullivan had called me. Burner-of-the-day at my end. “Winter...”

“Yes?”

“Things look creepy. Fowler things. He’s a real sicko.”

“Talk to me.”

“Here. Jesse will.”

When I hung up, I wanted another shower. And a three-hour bath. To unsee some of the Fowler images that my mind projected across the screen.

The Sullivans had found three deranged video clips on Fowler’s laptop. From his time in Iraq. Example:

Shaky camera, dimly lit, dusty room. Terrified mother and father, one son, one daughter. Civilians. A voice behind the camera boomed, “ES is in the house!”

Fowler, in uniform, six-inch shears clicking rapidly in his right hand, strolled casually to each of the cowering family members. Severed eight thumbs. The screams stopped, one by one, as four evenly spaced bullets rang out. Fowler watched the murders as impassively as the camera recorded them.

I said, “How’d you dig them out?”

Some of his explanation may have been in English... “We infected ... a virus that changed the password ... entered LS-New dash New / hit Return. Saw the numbers 0502. Found a red icon — end-to-end encrypted message app. No backdoors, no zero-day vulnerabilities. Open TOR browser ... tracked it down on the darknet.”

One full day of meetings had been enough. More than enough. Back to the streets, back to the action. Although things wouldn’t really start until Drake Fowler left work to return to Fowler Crescent. Eight or nine or later tonight.

In the meantime, two things were going on anent Macklin.

I was waiting for LA to get back to me on the Fowler material I’d given them yesterday. I’d proceed without their input, but it would be business-professional to have a second-party confirmation on what the Sullivans had discovered.

In addition, Daddy, Bear, and I would finalize what I insisted on calling our Manhattan Project. My plan was one of those simple ones where 1,364 things could go wrong. Three country mice loose in the City.

The Sullivans cross-referenced names and nicknames found in the Fowler videos with the entries in his Weekly Planner. Over the past six months, he had had four appointments with the two other soldiers from the snuff videos. They weren’t employees, but I had the sense that I’d met them that first night in Nowak’s garage. With a syringe.

Carter ‘Red’ Ryder.

Vincent Mologna. Rhymes with bologna.

I’ll be seeing you boys soon.

It had been so long since I’d seen Bear — Chicago Lyric Opera — that I might not have recognized him. Except. Six feet, eight inches. Bright platinum shoulder-length hair, his fuck-you to the straight world.

Daddy, I would know anywhere. Even Jersey.

Hugs, a shuttle to the short-term parking lot where they’d left their Hertz Malibu. Bear was driving so the seat was all the way back. I backseat-navigated them to the Sheraton on Seventh. We had three adjoining rooms.

Unpack, shower again, lobby coffee.

I looked at retired Homicide Detective Dave Jennings, “Vehicle?”

He grinned at one of his favorite daughters, “All set. Emile came through. Asset Forfeiture Hummer. He doesn’t need it back if...”

If ... we had problems. Emile Perkins. Sergeant Emile Perkins, one of NYC’s finest. He and Daddy had met a few times over the years. Police conferences, an FBI refresher course. Stayed in touch.

I smiled up at Bear, “You ready?”

“Always.”

Neither of us mentioned the Massachusetts misadventure the last time Bear helped me. Got shot in the chest for his troubles.

“Barry okay with this?”

“Mostly.”

Which meant, no. Bear loves Barry, but ... he loves me too. And lives his own life.

After Jessie Sullivan had described the Iraqi video, she paused.

I said, “What? What else?”

“These are deranged people, Winter.”

“Talk to me.”

“There’s like a ... before and after video of you. You had on that red wig, then someone took it off.”

The night of the garage inoculation.

“Okay.”

“It’s a weird ... scene. You’re sitting in this chair, obviously drugged.”

“Go on.”

“Then it’s like a holographic animation. Three dimensional. Except it’s you in the video. Then ... you sure you want me to... ?”

No, I was not. My stomach was queasy.

“Tell me.”

“You’re beheaded. One guy says, ‘Here you go, ES,’ and tosses him your...”

“Was Fowler in the video?”

“Yes. And no. I mean the image was really him. But that animation ... that holography ... it’s hard to tell where reality starts and ends.”

Both Daddy and Bear had visited me in college, but neither had spent much time in New York. I was hostess, tour guide, planner, gang leader. But I was also smart enough to listen. To adjust the game plan.

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Walker: “A rabbi, a priest, and a Lutheran minister walk into a bar.” Pilar: “Is this some kind of joke?” Walker and Pilar, holding hands, bowing, “Thank you, thank you. This ends our Kansas City engagement.” xxxxxxxxxx Douglas ‘Duke’ Arlington. A new trial, his second, for the murder of Gustav Hindenburg in Ft. Payne, Alabama. Different courtroom, different judge, different jurors, different defense attorneys. New evidence. Ned Daniels and Hilary Dunne would reprise their prosecutor...

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TV Game Show Winter JenningsChapter 2 Riles

For some reason, crime in America follows railroad tracks. And Kansas City has plenty of both. My first, and I hope last, shootout took place near my office in the Stockyards. Besides gunplay, it involved ramming my bright red F-150 into a larger Dodge Ram. The Ford Motorcar Company told me, and I verified it through an independent mechanic, that the frame had been wrenched out of shape. It could be straightened, but wouldn’t drive the same, not really. I sat down with Vanessa and Gertie...

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The Weaver And The WindChapter 19 The Woods in Winter

The new year had passed long ago on Earth, but our start of the new year was just another day on Arbor. The Arborian New Year started on the first day of spring, the vernal equinox. I chose that propitious day to deal with the alaspore and its master. I wove a new trick out of something Cor showed me how to do using the wind. I wove a cocoon out of moving air as she had shown me. I was able to use it, as she did, as a method of transportation, but I couldn't become the wind as she could, so...

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Hide Seek Winter JenningsChapter 16 A Murder of Crows

Saturday morning breakfast, Walker and Gregory in charge of provisioning. Vanessa smiled at Pilar, “Is Walker still servicing himself?” Sucking his own cock. “Sometimes. Depends on what I’m in the mood for.” Gregory turned to Vanessa, not one whit of embarrassment, “I can’t suck it yet, but I can lick the very tip. Pilar thinks I’ll be able to if I keep practicing.” Vanessa gave him her glorious smile, ‘How often do you practice, honey?” “Every night when I’m home.” Pilar said, “I have...

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Wizards Apprentice 4 the Vale in WinterChapter 7

I woke late and lingered over my campfire and my breakfast. It would take only a half day's riding to get to where I was going, and anytime today would be a fine time with me. The skies had cleared again and it was nice to wait for the chill of the night to abate before setting out. Deak seemed to appreciate it, along with the relaxed pace. He tossed his head now and then and nickered at me softly when he did. Perhaps, like me, he was chasing Vulkai cobwebs out of his mind. Remembering my...

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180 WINTER FINDS HER PLACE IN LIFE

He smiled as the sentence was handed down, Arthur Edward Winter, you have been brought before this court, for a charge of: - Well perhaps it`s not relevant here and to spare his blushes we won`t go into it, but the sentence was seven years, that’s the bit he got loud and clear. And, it must be said, so did his wife, tall willowy and dour Jenny Winter, sat up in the gallery, her face a mask of total disgust, mostly at her husband for getting caught and of course for the fact she would be on her...

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Play Ball Winter JenningsChapter 3 Top Down

Clint called, “Any New York plans yet?” “Remember Vanessa? Tall, good looking. Married.” “I’ll throw in a set of steak knives.” Click. Hey! I’m the one supposed to be hanging up. We invited Cathal Conway and family for Sunday brunch. Riles went with Walker and Pilar back to their room. She may be only 10, but the kids treat her as an equal. Jorge and Javier immediately started roughhousing with Hobo. The Proper Villain jumped up on Juanita’s lap. Cathal accepted his glass of Jamison —...

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Deadly Pursuit Winter JenningsChapter 8 Kernel

My mother called me. At work. First Autumn, now ... Flora Jennings. “Winter, can you come by?” Mom knew I worked, had my own office. But since I was no longer with the KCPD, nor employed by a real company, she simply hadn’t accepted that I do anything worthwhile. In fact, after Reggie left me, and before Vanessa married me, my mother regarded me as ... sad. A loser. Couldn’t keep a man, couldn’t find a real job. So it didn’t surprise me that she would expect me to drop whatever...

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Dark Voyage Winter JenningsChapter 2

I was spending hours with the diminutive, scarlet-haired Sullivan twins, bleary-eyed from the grainy security tapes. Duplicating what more competent investigators with the KCPD were doing. At home, at dinner, I tried to wear a game face for Walker. He had lost Mindy to California, to Stanford, to a more age-appropriate life. I had lost my friend, Mary Packer, but I was determined not to let the gloom prevail. After working all day on her dream restaurant, Euforia, Vanessa was overseeing the...

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The God Pill Winter JenningsChapter 3

Robert ‘Bobsy’ Atwater, as part of his three-patent sale to Hayes-Harris, the venture capital company, became an employee there. He wasn’t a partner, but he was one of seven on the Executive Evaluation team. He sat in on presentations from individuals and companies looking for investment capital. Hayes-Harris took small fliers and big risks, tiny positions and majority ownership. They provided money when they were interested. And money, expertise, guidance, even personnel, when they were...

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Hide Seek Winter JenningsChapter 7 A Siege of Herons

I sent Clint some suggestions for the name of our firm. For incorporation purposes, he would be the equivalent of a CEO, but no one seemed to be interested in titles. To the clients, potential clients, each one of us would be the Indian Chief in our home town. As for a corporate name, I was leaning toward Winter Jennings & Associates, LLC. A second stolen print ended up for sale in Omaha, then a third in Des Moines. Little Rock, Denver, St. Louis. I push-pinned a map and noted that...

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Hide Seek Winter JenningsChapter 15 A Flamboyance of Flamingos

Clint spoke softly, “Does he have a gun?” “No, not in the basement. I don’t think.” Our first words. Clint bundled me in his arms and carried me back inside. He sat me gently on a hall bench and flicked the safety off on his Sig Sauer. Even in my panicked state, I registered his new P320. And I also became conscious of the anguished howls coming up from the basement. Clint opened the door cautiously. He didn’t look away from the stairwell as he asked me, “What did you do to...

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Hard WinterChapter 10 Spring Our expedition to Pickering

It was the day before our expedition to Pickering was due to set off. Kelly, Kirsty, Kat and I were going and we were taking Will Hinds, Harry Wilton and Emma. Jim Bolton was also coming with us. Although he was now quite frail he wanted to feel useful and his military experience would be good for Will and Harry. He still had sharp eyes and would stay with the train on lookout duty. Katie and her group were all travelling and we would use both engines, with the same make up of carriages as...

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Elementary My Dear WatsonChapter 3 Winter Comes Early

At noon on Thursday, Miss Thompson's presence was requested at the principal's office. She arrived to discover a parent seated opposite the principal, dressed conservatively but expensively, with conservative but expensive jewellery. The wedding rings on her hand were expensive, elegant but not ostentatious. The contrast between her and the two educators, both of whom were wearing runners, ankle socks and minor jewellery, could not have been more strong. The Principal herself had decided to...

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The Magic of Winter

Meredith Daulton was running around her house yelling. They’d been given the evacuation order a few minutes ago. The Ranch wildfire was coming and they had twenty minutes to get out.Paul Caruso was packing both the car with computers, legal papers, and some clothes.“My jewelry, “Meredith screamed as she threw a bag at him. “I need that, it’s valuable.”“Is it insured?”“Of course it is...”“Then you don’t need it. I said clothes now, get in the fucking car and let’s GO!”She snatched the bag from...

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Winter is Cumming part 2

As the bright, invasive afternoon sunlight came streaming through my stained (with dust and dirt) glass window, I found myself spooning (and possibly forking) with my new dream girl, Winter Summer, whom I had met earlier at the Public Market. Rubbing my aching jaw from our earlier sexcapades, fearing I might have lockjaw then grinning like an escaped lunatic as I recalled her hairy pussy, suddenly so afraid she might be a werewolf I had to rush out to buy silver bullets (the ammo, not that...

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Winter is Cumming

The day began like all others, climbing out of bed at the crack of noon, devouring a Toaster Strudel and mayonnaise sandwich before braving the crisp Canadian weather by going to Vancouver's Public Market for fresh seafood now that I'm eating healthy.  Along the way I passed a group of American hipsters vaping cannabis oil on a street corner, celebrating Tommy Chong's birthday.  Damn Americans! Since Trump's election, they have flocked here like a silverfish infestation.  Silverfish, that...

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Ninas unexpected winter adventure

Nina sat idly flicking through a few magazines while she was waiting for her appointment with the dentist. For the last three years, she and her mates had hit Southern California beaches, where they swam, surfed, danced and drank themselves silly for about three weeks solid.This year Nina wanted something different, a much more relaxing and hopefully a more romantic setting place to visit. She closed her eyes for a moment, maybe somewhere with a lake, mountains, spa, hiking trails, and clear...

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Coachs Winter Retreat

>?> > The coach just returned from his winter retreat with his special > boys. All the boys on the team want to go on the winter retreat of course, > but the coach only selects the very best. The boys who have maintained > strict control and discipline over their exercises and development. No boy > who has shot a load in the last six months gets to go on the winter retreat. > No boy who has spoken to a girl gets to go on the retreat. Only boys who are > totally focused and dedicated to the...

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Hard WinterChapter 2 Autumn A Thief in the Garden

It was the first week of October 2013, I was working in the garden of my cottage on the edge of the Yorkshire Wolds near the coast. I hate gardening, always have done, but after last winter when potatoes reached £120 a pound on the black market, I decided that turning the garden, and a bit of the field behind the garden, with the agreement of the farmer who owned it, into a large vegetable patch was prudent. I was lifting the last of my potato crop and storing them for use during the winter....

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Play Ball Winter JenningsChapter 5 NATO

I eyeballed Sandy Seaver two different ways. From the stands in The K and by tailing him. My first time in a baseball stadium. It was a revelation. An expensive revelation if I’d been paying for everything. Parking, tickets, food, beer. The little magazine that tells you ... um, baseball stuff. And, if I’d had little kids ... all those treats and souvenirs and whatever else they needed. I bet a family of four couldn’t get out of the park for under a couple of hundred bucks. But the scene...

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Play Ball Winter JenningsChapter 7 Guastavino

The kids were hunched over the kitchen table moving black and white stones around a board. Gertie, sipping her Tanqueray, was watching with interest. I said, “What’s this?” Walker, shoehorning pity into a single word — a feat that only a teenager who had a slow mother could master — said, “Go.” I swatted the back of his head, “I know that, dumbbell, why are you playing Go?” Pilar, not looking up, said, “Gertie said that when AlphaGo beat Ke Jie, it was China’s Sputnik moment.” Walker,...

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Deadly Pursuit Winter JenningsChapter 14 Mole

Two parallel investigations — sometimes intersecting, sometimes intertwined. The FBI, supervised by Ash Collins, was focused primarily on illegal weapons — manufacturing and sales. And chasing the gun money, possibly diamonds, around the world. Matt Striker, reporting to Constance Grayson, was all things Meriwether. Their PAC, their possible connections to Wexler and Hoffstatter. And, just maybe their connections to diamonds. I was, for now, relegated to the sidelines. Impatiently so. Ash...

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American Nazis Winter JenningsChapter 16 Goodbye Party

American Snapshot: In Montana it is illegal to guide sheep onto a railroad track with the intent of damaging the train. Vanessa and I agreed to bring Walker and Pilar back home. We couldn’t hide them forever, although Rebecca Montgomery was enjoying their company enormously. But school. Friends. Life. An FBI agent was still posted in the Wrigley lobby. Gunther wouldn’t be able to board the elevator even if he were foolish enough, or desperate enough, to return for another try. Nor would...

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Wizards Apprentice 4 the Vale in WinterChapter 5

The magic of Gaen seems closely bound to music and song while at the same time, Magic and Music each seem to be blooms from very different flowers. Beneath everything, they are very much of the same body. Mathematicians and musicians will both tell you this is true. Wizards will too, if you are in a position to ask them. Threes and fours, apart and in combination, especially in combination, have strong ties to the magic and history of Gaen. These numbers, especially in combination, seemed...

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