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the Chevy flew along the snaking country road, banking so hard around some curves that the men in the rear held onto the hand straps with all 10 fingers. Yet even the fastest car in the world couldn't outrun a helicopter on a serpentine track. Speaking again in Farsi, Mohammed ordered Adnan to pull off under some trees and wait to see if the chopper kept going. Continuing and Farsi, he said. Carter accident at none. Medical evacuation helicopter, perhaps at non shrugged. He didn't speak Farsi very well, and often times nuances in that language escaped him. One didn't need to be a linguist, however, to sense the urgency in his colleagues voice. He drove under a cluster of trees, and all three men got out and crouched down by the vehicle. Con pointed his machine gun at the sky, and Adnan slit his pistol out as well. The Alienist by Caleb Carr. Chapter one, January 8, 1919. Theodore is in the ground. The words as I write them, make his little senses. Did the site of his coffin descending into a patch of sandy soil near Sagamore Hill, the place he loved more than any other on Earth. As I stood there this afternoon in the cold January when that blew off Long Island Sound, I thought to myself, Of course, it's a joke. Of course, he will burst the lid open, blind us all that ridiculous grand and split our ears with a high pitched bark of laughter. How old is this picture on your license? Asked the camp with his wallet. I don't know. Two years three doesn't look much like you. You know what d M v photos air like, Marty said, dismayed to hear more plea than anger in his voice. Let him up. It's all right. He's my husband. He's Marty Stillwater paid, shouted, evidently hurrying toward them from the DeLorean's house. Marty couldn't see her, but her voice gladdened him and restored a sense of reality to the nightmarish moment he told himself that everything was going to be all right. The cops would recognize their error, let him up, search the shrubbery around the house and in neighbors yards, quickly, find the look alike and arrive at an explanation. For all the weirdness of the past hour, he's my husband. Page repeated much closer now, and Marty could sense the cops staring at her as she approached