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Chapter Two
The morning was cloudy and cool. Mike Danziger had not slept well; he had been plagued with dreams he could not remember.
Sitting up in bed in his cabin, he realized how incredibly thirsty he was. Clad only in blue boxer shorts, he threw himself from bed, downing two glasses of water from the chilled pitcher in the refrigerator before he felt comfortable. He started a pot of coffee brewing as he dressed in jeans and an L.A. Rams T-shirt. Then, on an impulse, he stood before the small mirror over the sink and shaved off the mustache and beard he had been wearing for three months.
When he was finished, the face that looked back at him, once arrogant and handsome enough to attract nearly any woman, was drawn and solemn. His gray eyes looked lifeless. He did not like the reflection of the stranger who watched him from the mirror; the guy appeared

 
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