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thought you knew that when I told you about it. We’ll have to be alert for someone returning. Then we’ll run.”
    “Again?”
    “It’s the best I can do right now.”
    “Okay. I mean, thank you. It’s great. It’s wonderful. I’m happy.”
    But Draven knew he couldn’t make her entirely happy. He didn’t have the heart to tell her that they’d probably never get to stay somewhere long enough for her to have a garden again, that they’d both run for the rest of their lives. As long as Draven lived, someone would hunt him—and eventually catch him. It wasn’t a matter of if , but one of inevitable when . That was the drawback to living forever. There was always time to die.
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER six
     
     
    “Hey there, Byron,” Milton said, stepping into Byron’s office.
    “What is it?”
    “This sound familiar?” Milton asked, reading from his pod. “Man in early twenties, approximately 70 inches, slender build, wavy black hair and dark eyes, last seen wearing dirty blue jeans and tan canvas jacket. Had with him female homo-sapien, appears to be of similar age, blonde hair past its shoulders and light brown eyes, emaciated. Wearing Superior clothes, stained and ill-fitting. Both appear dirty and ill-kept. If you see someone fitting the description of either or both, or someone suspicious in the West Moines area, please contact your nearest Enforcement Office immediately. Both are considered armed and dangerous,” Milton finished before raising his eyes from the screen.
    “Armed and dangerous, huh?” Byron said, leaning back in his chair. “I don’t think my sap is either of those things, but Draven might be. Did they draw up a picture or match his face in the database?”
    “Not yet. Think it’s your sap?”
    “Sounds like it. Guess they aren’t trying to disguise their looks, either. I wouldn’t have thought they’d make it to Moines already.”
    Milton scrolled through the information, fingers flying over the screen to pull up another report. “Says here they…were picked up by an Enforcer at a dump. Someone turned them in, I guess, thought they looked suspicious. A dump truck driver saw they had…a tent set up,” Milton said as he read through the report. “The Enforcer caught them both and took them to the Office…Yeah, it says here they were being extradited back to Princeton for trial. That’s your guy.”
    “Why didn’t we get a report in the office here?”
    “That is strange,” Milton agreed, not sounding concerned in the least. “Says the Enforcer restrained the man only, and left the sap free. She stabbed him when he opened the trailer to take them out and they…Christ almighty. The man cut off the Enforcer’s hand. Sounds pretty violent.”
    “He’s not what he seems at first meeting,” Byron said, thinking with disgust about his former friend fornicating with his livestock. He held back the urge to vomit. That warmth, that stench…
    “I’ll look through the reports that came in. I haven’t seen anything about it. I’ll double check.”
    “You do that,” Byron said. “Is he on the kill-on-sight list yet?”
    “I don’t know,” Milton said. “I didn’t get a report on him. I don’t think so, though. Says here the Enforcer lived. He’s in the hospital recuperating from the stab wound. This guy ever kill anyone before?”
    “Not that we’ve proven.”
    Milton pocketed his pod but paused in the doorway. “Now I know you’re frustrated about this other case up here, and you’ve been wronged,” he said. “But you got a pregnant sap now and things will work out. We’ll get this guy soon enough, and you can have your other sap back if you want her. Or we can send her on to the blood bank. You can’t go thinking everyone is a criminal.”
    “Don’t patronize me, Milton.”
    Byron brushed past his commander and stalked out. Since he’d decided to wait for the snow to melt, only a little had cleared off. But he’d grown tired