pattern of four stars?â
She smiled but hid her eyes from him. He did not press the issue.
âAnd that?â she said, pointing to the low horizon opposite the moon.
Suddenly as if from nowhere a distinct pattern of stars appeared.
âWhat does it look like, Decker? What animal?â
Decker looked again and it was clear. âA scorpion.â
âYes. With its tail raised. See its tail? Now follow it to its body and then its head. It is one of the most perfect of the constellations. And one of the few that we and the Europeans called by the same name.â
âScorpio.â
âYes. Do you see its body?â
âYes.â
âCount three stars from the end of the tail. See the red starâthe one that pulses?â
âYes.â
âIt is exactly where the heart is on a scorpion. A red heart that pulses.â
Decker looked and felt his own heart beat in rhythm to the pulse of the red star of Scorpioâs heart.
Then he looked at her and she was smiling. Nodding. Finally she said, âYes, Decker, you are like the scorpionâcrafty and potentially dangerous. And like the scorpion you have a strong heart, a heart that beats heavy in your chest.â
Decker looked away from her as if she had suddenly seen into him.
âWhy did you come back to Namibia, Decker? Try not to lieâyouâre a very bad liar.â
âTo allow my friend to get back his daughter.â
She nodded her beautiful head slowly and said, âThat is what you made yourself believe. But you came here to hide.â
âNo.â
âYes. But they have found you.â She indicated two men across the way. âI have a cabin for us in Etoshaâyouâll like it there. Itâs by the watering hole, and every day the animals from miles around come to drink. Your scorpionâs heart is beating, but it needs time in Namibia to strengthen.â
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A CROSSING OF BORDERSâT MINUS 16 DAYS
SETH WAITED HIS TURN IN LINE FOR U.S. IMMIGRATION. HE DID HIS best not to turn on his heel and flee. He knew why he was heading to the United States, but he couldnât completely get over his antipathy to America.
The immigration officer signalled him to come forward. He stepped onto the electronic pad and offered his palm for the hand scan.
âPassport,â the man said.
Seth gave him his passport.
âPut your hand down. Youâre a Canadian, no need for a scan.â Then under his breath, clearly for the benefit of the immigration officer in the next booth, he said, âDonât ask me why.â
The guy in the next booth chortled.
The immigration officer opened Sethâs passport and slid it through the digital reader. As he did, a ding sounded in the Junction, and Eddie turned in his swivel chair and reached for his computer.
âWhatâs the reason for your visit, son?â the immigration officer askedâno, demanded.
Seth took out the treatment regime that had been sent to him by the San Francisco Wellness Dream Clinic. The immigration officer read the document quickly and then asked, âYou have an address for this . . . clinic?â
Seth pointed at the address on the bottom of the document, and the immigration officer typed it into his computer. Then he stopped. His cursor was hopping around his screen. âHey,â he called to thenext booth. âYour computer okay?â After receiving an affirmative he turned back to his screenâand his cursor had stopped hopping.
Back at home in the Junction, Eddie copied down the address, made a second check to be sure that it had been Sethâs passport that had dinged his computer, then found the address on Google Earth. As he did he said aloud, âWhatâre you up to, Seth?â
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A DRUNKENNESS OF COPS: GARRETH SENIORâT MINUS 16 DAYS
THE RETIRED TORONTO HOMICIDE COP WAS SITTING IN THE living room of his home in Seaside, Floridaâthe house that a drug