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And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief, And the dry stone no sound of water. Only There is shadow under this red rock, (e in under the shadow of this red rock), And I will show you something different from either Your shadow in the morning striding behind you Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you; I will show you fear in a handful of dust. -T. S. ELIOT "The Waste Land" If there pushed any ragged thistle-stalk Above its mates, the head was chopped; the ben
dedicates this book to Barry and Jody Turkus. Lincoln Child dedicates this book to his daughter, Veronica. Acknowledgments Lincoln Child would like to thank Bruce Swanson, Mark Mendel, Pat Allocco, Chris and Susan Yango, Jerry and Terry Hyland, Anthony Cifelli, M.D., Norman San Agustin, M.D., and Lee Suckno, M.D., for their friendship and assistance. Ongoing thanks to Special Agent Douglas Margini for his advice on New York, New Jersey, and federal law enforcement matters. Thanks to Jill No