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on the bathroom floor lay two rumpled, damp black towels. Two dry towels still hung on the rack.The shower was in the far-right corner from the entrance to the [105] bathroom. Even if the steam-opaqued glass door had been clear, Ethan couldn’t have seen into that cubicle from any distance.Approaching the stall, he had an image in his mind of the Dunny Whistler whom he expected to encounter. Skin sickly pale where gray, watery sizzle seemed to announce his presence as clearly as if he had triggered an air horn.Nervously, he turned toward the bathroom entrance, expecting some response, but not sure what that might be.Even with the water turned off, steam continued to escape the shower, though in thinner veils, pouring over the top of the glass door and around Ethan.In spite of the moist air, his mouth had gone dry. Pressed togetherimpervious to the pinking effect of hot water. Gray eyes, the whites now pure crimson with hemorrhages.Still holding the gun in his right hand, he gripped the door with his left and, after a hesitation, pulled it open.The stall was unoccupied. Water beat upon the marble floor and swirled down the drain.Leaning into the stall, he reached behind the cascade, to the single control, and turned off the flow.The sudden silence in the wake of the , tongue

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worked out of the Detective Support Division. Only once before in the past year had he presumed upon their friendship in this way.“Got your pervert,” Laura said.“Suspected pervert,” he corrected.“The three-like sex male. I don’t [11] get enough sex male. Height six-one, weight one-eighty. DOB—June sixth, nineteen seventy-two, which makes him thirty-one.”Ethan had it all on a notepad. “Thanks, Laura. I owe you one.”“So then tell me—how big’s his charlie?”“Isn’t that in the DMV file?”“I don’t mean Rolf’s charlie. I mean Manheim’s. Does it hang to his ankles or just to his knees?”“I’ve never seen his charlie, but he doesn’t seem to have any trouble walking.”“Cookieyear-old Honda is registered to Rolf Herman Reynerd in West Hollywood.” She spelled each name and gave him an address.“What kind of parents Rolf a kid?”Laura knew all about names. “It’s not so bad. Nicely masculine, in fact. In Old German, it means ‘famous wolf.’ Ethan, of course, means ‘permanent, assured.’ ”Two years ago, they’d dated. For Laura, Ethan had been anything but permanent, assured. She’d have liked permanence, some assurance. He had been too wounded to provide what she wanted. Or too stupid.“Looked him up for a rap sheet,” Laura said, “but he’s clean. DMV says ‘hair brown, eyes blue.’ Says ‘sex male.’ I , maybe you can introduce us sometime.”

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was afraid for you, Frodo,' he said, coming forward. `If Aragorn is right and Orcs are near, then none of us should wander alone, and you least of all: so much depends on you. And my heart too is heavy. May I stay now and talk for a while, since I have found you? It would comfort me. Where there are so many, all speech becomes a debate without end. But two together may perhaps find wisdom.'`You are kind,' answered Frodo. 'But I do not think that any speech will helpgive, Boromir,' said Frodo. 'And it would seem like wisdom but for the warning of my heart.'`Warning? Warning against what? ' said Boromir sharply.'Against delay. Against the way that seems easier. Against refusal of the burden that is laid on me. Against-well, if it must be said, against trust in the strength and truth of Men.' me. For I know what I should do, but I am afraid of doing it, Boromir: afraid.'Boromir stood silent. Rauros roared endlessly on. The wind murmured in the branches of the trees. Frodo shivered.Suddenly Boromir came and sat beside him. `Are you sure that you do not suffer needlessly? ' he said. `I wish to help you. You need counsel in your hard choice. Will you not take mine? ''I think I know already what counsel you would

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breathing painful.'You take after Bilbo,' said Gandalf. `There is more about you than meets the eye, as I said of him long ago.' Frodo wondered if the remark meant more than it said.They now went on again. Before long Gimli spoke. He had keen eyes in the dark. `I think,' he said, `that there is a light ahead. But it is not daylight. It is red. What can it be? '`Ghâsh!' muttered Gandalf. `I wonder if that is what they meant: that the lower levels are on fire? Still
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And now what about you, Frodo? There was not time to say so, but I have never been more delighted in my than when you spoke. I feared that it was a brave but dead hobbit that Aragorn was carrying.'`What about me? ' said Frodo. 'I am alive, and whole I think. I am bruised and in pain, but it is not too bad.'`Well,' said Aragorn, `I can only say that hobbits are made of a stuff so tough that I have never met the like of it. Had I known, I would have spoken softer in the Inn at Bree! That spear-thrust would have skewered a wild boar! ''Well, it did not skewer me, I am glad to say,' said Frodo; `though I feel as if I had been caught between a hammer and an anvil.' He said no more. He found , we can only go on.'Soon the light became unmistakable, and could be seen by all. It was flickering and glowing on the walls away down the passage before them. They could now see their way: in front the road sloped down swiftly, and some way ahead there stood a low archway; through it the glowing light came. The air became very hot.

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'And that message brought me hope. For Saruman the White is the greatest of my order. Radagast is, of course, a worthy Wizard, a master of shapes and changes of hue; and he has much lore of herbs and beasts, and birds are especially his friends. But Saruman has long studied the arts of the Enemy himself, and thus we have often been able to forestall him. It was by the devices of Saruman that we drove him from Dol Guldur. It might be that he had found some weapons that would drive back the Nine.' "I will go to Saruman," I said. bring news of anything that bears on this matter to Saruman and Gandalf. Let messages be sent to Orthanc."` "I will do that," he said, and rode off as if the Nine were after him.`I could not follow him then and there. I had ridden very far already that day, and I was as weary as my horse; and I needed to consider matters. I stayed the night in Bree, and decided that I had no time
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Then you must go now," said Radagast; "for I have wasted time in looking for you, and the days are running short. I was told to find you before Midsummer, and that is now here. Even if you set out from this spot, you will hardly reach him before the Nine discover the land that they seek. I myself shall turn back at once." And with that he mounted and would have ridden straight off.` "Stay a moment! " I said. "We shall need your help, and the help of all things that will give it. Send out messages to all the beasts and birds that are your friends. Tell them to

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late. 'I am afraid he is out. He said something about going for a breath of air.''Well, you do want looking after and no mistake: your ' said Butterbur. 'I must go and bar the doors quick, but I'll see your friend is let in when he comes. I'd better send Nob to look for him. Good night to you all!' At last Mr. Butterbur went out, with at latest. I will return as soon as I can; and I will follow you, if I find that you are gone. Leave a message for me here, if you pass through Bree. You can trust the landlord (Butterbur). You may meet a friend of mine on the Road: a Man, lean, dark, tall, by some called Strider. He knows and will help you. Make for Rivendell. There I hope we may meet again. If I do not come, Elrond will advise you.Yours in hasteGANDALF. another doubtful look at Strider and a shake of his head. His footsteps retreated down the passage.'Well?' said Strider. 'When are you going to open that letter?' Frodo looked carefully at the seal before he broke it. It seemed certainly to be Gandalf's. Inside, written in the wizard's strong but graceful script, was the following message:THE PRANCING PONY, BREE. Midyear's Day, Shire Year, 1418.Dear Frodo,Bad news has reached me here. I must go off at once. You had better leave Bag End soon, and get out of the Shire before the end of July

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heal my heart and drown my woe.Rain may fall and wind may blow,And many miles be still to go,But under a tall tree I will lie,And let the clouds go sailing by.Ho! Ho! Ho! they began again louder. They stopped short suddenly. Frodo sprang to his feet. A long-drawn wail came down the wind, like the cry of some evil and lonely creature. It rose and fell, and ended on a high piercing note. Even as they sat and stood, as if suddenly frozen, it was answered by another cry, fainter and further off, but no less chilling to the blood. There was then a thinking of the Riders, but no one spoke of them. They were now reluctant either to stay or go on; but sooner or later they had got to get across the open country to the Ferry, and it was best to go sooner and in daylight. In a few moments they had shouldered silence, broken only by the sound of the wind in the leaves.‘And what do you think that was?’ Pippin asked at last, trying to speak lightly, but quavering a little. ‘If it was a bird, it was one that I never heard in the Shire before.’‘It was not bird or beast,’ said Frodo. ‘It was a call, or a signal – there were words in that cry, though I could not catch them. But no hobbit has such a voice.’No more was said about it. They were all