Vitals

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For Poul Anderson,

my friend, who decided

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‘I met Owen just once,’ Dave said. Everyone in Montoya’s employ called him Owen, or Owen Montoya, never Mr Montoya, and never ‘sir.’ ‘His people trust me to keep his expensive toy from getting snagged, but when he shook my hand, he didn’t know who I was. He must meet a lot of people.’

I nodded. Montoya seemed to enjoy his privacy. Best not to divulge too much to the hired help. Still, I felt a small tug of pride that I had spent so many hours with this powerful and wealthy man, and had been told we were simpatico.

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