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    "For all the good it did—for her or me."
      "There is a foolish corner even in the brain of the sage."  Bill said hiding a smirk.
    "Confucius?"  Ethan asked, rising to one elbow.
    "Nah, Aristotle.  You didn't say anything about Greek Philosophy. I've got to give you this much though, you were kicking some serious boo-tay, that is, until she popped you one." 
    "Where the hell were you the whole time?" 
    "I told you, while you were playing superman I saw this guy come around the corner like a bat out of hell straight for you, so I shot him.  We're going to have to skidattle. Think you're up to it?" 
    "Give me a second, okay?"  Ethan strained to sit upright.   The just - rising lump on his head pounded with his pulse and he was seeing lights swim in front of his eyes.  "How about the girl . . . did you . . .?" 
    "Kill her?  What the hell did you want me to do—ask her to the Policeman's Ball?  You know policemen don't have balls." 
    Ethan gathered all his nerve afraid of the answer to his next question.  He made a face like a small child taking medicine.  "Was it  . . . Sophia?" 
    Bill looked straight into his eyes, shook his head with disdain and said:  "Shit no, it wasn't.  Is that why you acted so Buckeroo Bonzai?” 
    Ethan didn't answer; instead, he turned his head and looked away.  Thirty-seconds of silence passed before he asked, "Why do you think she acted that way—you know, attacked me?  Couldn't she see we were trying to help?" 
    "Because she had it—they all had it." 
    "Had  . . .?" 
    "Had the disease, you know that it makes them bug - nuts crazy." 
    "How do you know they were infected?" 
    "Holy shit, when I hit that guy in the noggin yellow shit flew all over the place."  Bill acted like he was trying to reason with a drunk.  "Plus there was a kind of buzzing in my ears.
    There’s something about their physiology and mine that just doesn’t jive—either that or I’m psychic.  We better get our asses moving, it feels like this place is crawling with 'em." 
    Bill helped Ethan to his feet with an arm draped over his shoulder.  They walked cautiously back to Ethan's Jeep.  They walked in the center of the street relishing in the distance from the buildings.  Every darkened window and doorway called to Ethan like a siren. It was an evil that seemed to say; "Take your eyes away for just a second, let your guard down for just a minute, life will be so easy if you're one of us."  Ethan brushed it off thinking it was just the hit on the head, but he could sense Bill's unease too.  He watched Bill's eyes dart from one side of the street to the other; the way his hand never loosened on the pistol’s grip. 
    "You're feeling it too, aren't you?”  Ethan asked. 
    "Yeah I'm feeling it all right."  Bill said, still distracted from the input.  "It's making me think some pretty weird shit.” 
    "Like what?" 
    "That place on the back of your head—well it was bleeding pretty good there for a while.  How am I to know that you didn't pick up some of that virus?"  Bill looked at him suspiciously. 
    "Come on now!  I'd know if I had the disease—wouldn't I?" 
    "I . . . I don't know . . ..  Let's just hurry back." 
    When they got back to Ethan's Jeep, Bill put Ethan in the passenger seat and got behind the wheel.  As soon as they were past the police barricade the tension between them eased.  Bill fingered his mustache and Ethan thought he looked a million miles away. 
    "At least we learned one thing tonight," Ethan said waiting for Bill to respond.  When he didn't, he continued:  "At least we know now we can shoot them if we need to." 
    "Yeah, but I learned that you better get your act together about this Sophia thing or it's going to get us both killed."   Bill said.  He stared straight ahead keeping his eyes on the road. 
    More silence, more miles.
    "Do you want me to take you to the hospital?  Maybe see if you need some stitches?"  Bill asked, sounding