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e previously。 She was quicker to touch him； too； and to put an arm around his waist。 She liked to be hugged； and they kissed with ease now； although their kissing remained； for the most part； that of uncertain teenagers in the early stages of courting。
On July 14； Nora received news that lifted her spirits even higher。 The Santa Barbara District Attorney's Office called to tell her that it was not going to be necessary for her to appear in court to testify against Arthur Streck。 In light of his previous criminal record； Streck had changed his mind about pursuing a plea of innocence and waging a defense against charges of attempted rape； assault； and breaking and entering。 He had instructed his attorney to plea…bargain with the D。A。 As a result； they dropped all charges except assault； and Streck accepted a prison sentence of three years； with a provision that he serve at least two years before being eligible for parole。 Nora had dreaded the trial。 Suddenly she was free； and in celebration she got slightly tipsy for the first time in her life。
That same day； when Travis brought home a new stack of reading material； Einstein discovered there were Mickey Mouse picture books for children and
ic books； and the dog was as jubilant about that discovery as Nora was about the resolution of the charges against Arthur Streck。 His fascination with Mickey and Donald Duck and the rest of the Disney gang remained a mystery； but it was undeniable。 Einstein couldn't stop wagging his tail； and he slobbered all over Travis in gratitude。
Everything would have been rosy if； in the middle of the night； Einstein had stopped going through the house from window to window； looking out at the darkness with obvious fear。
3
By Thursday morning； July 15； almost six weeks after the murders at Bordeaux Ridge； two months after the dog and The Outsider had escaped from Banodyne； Lemuel Johnson sat alone in his office on an upper floor of the federal building in Santa Ana； the county seat of Orange County。 He stared out the window at the pollutant…rich haze that was trapped under an inversion layer； blanketing the western half of the county and adding to the misery of hundred…degree heat。 The bile…yellow day matched his sour mood。
His duties were not limited to the search for the lab escapees； but that case constantly worried him when he was doing other work。 He was unable to put the Banodyne affair out of mind even to sleep； and lately he was averaging only four or five hours of rest a night。 He could not tolerate failure。
No； in truth； his attitude was much stronger than that： he was obsessed with avoiding failure。 His father； having started life dirt…poor and having built a successful business； had inculcated in Lem an almost religious belief in the need to achieve； to succeed； and to fulfill all of one's goals。 No matter how much success you had； his dad often said； life could pull the rug right out from under you if you weren't diligent。 〃It's even worse for a black man； Lem。 With a black man； success is like a tightrope over the Grand Canyon。 He's up there real high； and it's sweet； but when he makes a mistake； when he fails； it's a mile…long drop into an abyss。 An abyss。 Because failure means being poor。 And in a lot of people's eyes； even in this enlightened age； a poor miserable failed black man is no man at all； he's just a nigger。〃 That Was the only time his father ever used the hated word。 Lem had grown up With the conviction that any success he achieved was merely a precarious toehold on the cliff of life； that he was always in danger of being blown off that cliff by the winds of adversity； and that he dared not relent in his determination to cling fast and to climb to a wider； safer ledge。
He wasn't sleeping well； and his appetite was no good。 When he did eat； the meal was inevitably followed by severe acid indigestion。 His bridge game had gone to hell because he could not concentrate on the cards； at their
weekly get…togethers with Walt and Audrey Gaines； the Johnsons were taking a beating。
He knew why he was obsessed with closing every case successfully； but that knowledge was of no help in modifying his obsession。
We are what we are； he thought； and maybe the only time we can change what we are is when life throws us such a surprise that it's like hitting a plate…glass window with a baseball bat； shattering the grip of the past。
So he stared out at the blazing July day and brooded； worried。
Back in May； he had surmised that the retriever might have been picked up by someone and given a home。 It was； after all； a handsome animal； and if it revealed even a small fraction of its intelligence to anyone； its appeal would be irresistible； it would find sanctuary。 Therefore； Lem figured locating the dog would be harder than tracking down The Outsider。 A week to locate The Outsider； he had thought； and perhaps a month to lay hands on the retriever。
He had issued bulletins to every animal pound and veterinarian in California； Nevada； and Arizona； urgently requesting assistance in locating the golden retriever。 The flyer claimed that the animal had escaped from a medical research lab that was conducting an important cancer experiment。 The loss of the dog； the bulletin claimed； would mean the loss of a million dollars of research money and countless hours of researchers' time…and might seriously impede the development of a cure for certain malignancies。 The flyer included a photograph of the dog and the information that； on the inside of its left ear； it bore a lab tattoo： the number 33…9。 The letter acpanying the flyer requested not only cooperation but confidentiality。 The mailing had been repeated every seven days since the breakout at Banodyne； and a score of NSA agents had been doing nothing but phoning animal pounds and vets in the three states to be certain they remembered the flyer and continued to keep a lookout for a retriever with a tattoo。
Meanwhile； the urgent search for The Outsider could； with some confidence； be confined to undeveloped territories because it would be reluctant to show itself。 And there was no chance that someone would think it was cute enough to take home。 Besides； The Outsider had been leaving a trail of death that could be followed。
Subsequent to the murders at Bordeaux Ridge east of Yorba Linda； the creature had fled into the unpopulated Chino Hills。 From there it had gone north； crossing into the eastern end of Los Angeles County； where its presence was next pinpointed； on June 9； on the outskirts of semirural Diamond Bar。 The Los Angeles County Animal Control Authority had received numerous… and hysterical…reports from Diamond Bar residents regarding wild…animal attacks on domestic pets。 Others called the police； believing the slaughter was the work of a deranged man。 In two nights； more than a score of Diamond Bar's domestic animals had been torn to pieces； and the condition of the carcasses left no doubt in Lem's mind that the perpetrator was The Outsider。
Then the trail went ice…cold for more than a week； until the morning of June 18； when two young campers at the foot of Johnstone Peak； on the southern flank of the vast Angeles National Forest； reported seeing