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Despite my deficiencies as a sleuth, I was bright enough to be worried after my lunch with Kel. I didn’t have the resources of the CIA at my disposal or all the clues laid end to end for me to follow. I did know enough to be profoundly uneasy when Kel’s suits gave me a ride, through a night already cold and dark, to the park with the pig. It didn’t help my unease that the suits’ preppie look had been traded in for ominous form-fitting black jumpsuits, bullet-proof vests, and stocking caps. They lacked only the blacking on their faces to be a mini rally invasion force. In honor of the mood, the radio provided the right background by wailing Bad Moon Rising.
As we pulled up next to the park, the area marked out for the rally was a brilliant, larger-than-life, splash of light in the othe
