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I park the van in a lay-by off the highway, half a mile out of Rattlesnake.
I walk the rest of the way, cursing the fact those clowns didn't know anything. I try to raid my memory banks. But the vaults have been cleaned out. The last few days, the last couple of weeks, empty.
So I take a trip further back in time, hoping I can build up to it.
After the mess in London, I took a flight to New York. I checked that out for a while. Did the tourism thing and picked the cheapest flight out of there. That landed me in Missouri. But I was eating through the money I stole from Grezda's London operation. And it wasn't long before I was moving on, looking for work.
I liked the idea of living in California. Under the palm trees and sunny skies. So I decided to head west, snaking my way across t
