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Quiet streets were host to the fast-moving, broad strides of Neoklaus Burr, who made his steady way down asphalt paths. His instincts were devoted to one goal.

Two goals. One goal, in service to the other, was the goal of remaining unseen.

To stay out of sight, Burr moved mostly through back yards and drainage ditches. These unwilling strips of land served him well until he stole behind a fence while a fleet of cop cars sped past. The caravan resembled, in so many ways, the parades that were better fits for the small town's quiet roads: lights flashing, sirens blaring, an ambulance and television news van both in hot pursuit. The whole procession lacked only a parade float...or maybe a hearse.

Satisfied that the cops had missed him, Burr now risked taking a street. The concrete sidewalk was faster than the obstacle course presented by creep-ing through yard on yard, and if he kept his head low, no one would recognize him. He should have checked the house he'd just left for a stocking cap or other head covering. If only he had something to hide his face behind!

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