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times he’d resorted to using them, like last night for instance, they’d worked like a hot dam. No after-effects in the morning, and the horrific nightmares he normally suffered didn’t appear at all. Not until a few minutes ago, that is.
    What had the weirdo said? He worked for God? That’s all he needed to complicate his life even further—a sidekick from the celestial universe. He checked the rear-view to be sure the invader hadn’t re-appeared and then felt foolish. Silly bugger’s got you spooked!
    Around the next corner was a residential area where the speed limits dropped considerably. Keeping in mind the earlier warning, he lifted his foot from the gas pedal. Obviously, this wasn’t enough for the vision now sitting next to him in the front passenger seat.
    “Look ‘ere chap. Kids live around here. Do us a favor then, and slow it down.”
    Liam gripped the wheel and only his eyes swiveled to look sideways. Yep, there he was again. Johnny Depp in his pirate costume. He decided not to acknowledge the hallucinatory poser, hoping he’d go away.
    Teach him right for resorting to taking medication. Other than a night of drugged release, he’d known the underlying problem wouldn’t be solved. And now look what he had to deal with—visions and voices. Damn doctors don’t know diddly. Go in for tests, and all the quacks want him to do is see a shrink and spill his guts about his war experiences. Not gonna happen! Those days are over and reliving the horror is plain baloney—time to move on.
    A flash in his peripheral vision attracted his attention. He snuck a peek sideways and Johnny sat, white-knuckling the front dash in an obvious hint—or a feeble attempt at humor.
    “You can ignore me, but I’ll not be going anywhere. I popped in to see you for a reason. And it’s coming up shortly. So once again, Gov, for your own good, drive the speed limit.”
    “What are you? A ghost with a badge?” This time Liam glanced over and acknowledged his passenger just by talking with him.
    “Nah, just an angel with a mission.”
    The light ahead turned yellow, and as was his habit, Liam speeded up in order to make the intersection before it turned red. The hiss from next to him made him laugh. “Relax, man. One thing I can do is drive. Anyway if you’re an angel,” he snorted while saying the word, “what do you care? You can’t die again, can you?” All of a sudden, a slight pressure on the brake pedal effectively slowed the car, and it didn’t come from him.
    “Not worried about me. But you could hurt someone else. I’m here to make sure that doesn’t happen. You couldn’t live with another killing on your conscience.”
    Before Liam could suck up the words, a small child dashed into the road. Slow motion kicked in—as it was wont to do in such times—and his brain assimilated everything exactly as it was trained. From behind a parked car the toddler’s ball had rolled from his reach. He’d chased it and ended up in front of Liam’s bumper. Liam’s quick reaction—slamming on the brake and wrenching the wheel—helped somewhat, but the saying, too little, too late, perfectly described the situation.

Chapter Two
    “So how many dogs are you walking today, Sadie?” Her nosy but lovable neighbor liked to pull Sadie’s chain about her livelihood. Not that she gave a hot damn. Sadie figured it was mostly envy that prompted the teasing. Greta’s job as a hairdresser, a bitchy one at that, meant having to listen to her customer’s complain about their lazy husbands and rotten kids all day, for which she had Sadie’s total respect and sympathy.
    “None. My next two days are free.” Sadie leaned back in the bright red and yellow flower designed patio lounger with a sigh of utter contentment. While she’d been out watering her flower baskets, Greta had produced one of her special coffees with a wonderful smell and whipped cream and had cajoled her to sit for a few minutes
    “Lucky dog! How will you