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At her desk again； she instructed Newsweb to search the past six months for the name 〃Ironheart〃 in the national media。
While she waited for a response； she put the pertinent printouts in order then made a chronological list of the people whose lives Jim Ironheart saved； incorporating the four new cases。 She included their names； the location of each incident； and the type of death from which the person had been spared。
She studied that pilation； noting some patterns with interest。
But she put it aside when Newsweb pleted its latest task。
As she rose from her chair to go to the laser printer； she froze； surprised to discover she was no longer alone in the newsroom。 Three reporters an an editor were at their desks； all guys with reputations as early birds including Hank Hawkins； editor of the business pages； who liked to be at work when the financial markets opened on the East Coast。
She hadn't been aware of them ing in。 Two of them were sharing a joke； laughing loudly； and Hawkins was talking on the phone； but Holly hadn't heard them until after she'd seen them。 She looked at the clock： 6：10。 opalesant early…morning light played at the windows； though she had not realized that the tide of night had been receding。 She glanced down at her desk saw two more paper coffee cups than she remembered getting from the vending machine。
She realized that she was no longer wallowing in despair。 She felt better than she had felt in days。 Weeks。 Years She was a reporter again； for real She went to the laser printer； emptied the receiving tray； and return with the pages to her desk。 Ironhearts evidently were not newsmakers。
There were only five stories involving people with that surname in the past six months。
Kevin Ironheart…Buffalo； New York。 State senator。 Announced his intention to run for governor。
Anna Denise Ironheart…Boca Raton； Florida。 Found a live alligator in her family room。
Lori Ironheart…Los Angeles； California。 Songwriter。 Nominated for the Academy Award for best song of the year。
Valerie Ironheart…Cedar Rapids； Iowa。 Gave birth to healthy quadruplets。
The last of the five was James Ironheart。
She looked at the heading。 The story came from the Orange County Register April 10； and was one of scores of pieces on the same story that had been published statewide。 Because of her instructions； the puter had printed out only this single instance； sparing her sheafs of similar articles on the same event。
She checked the dateline。 Laguna Niguel。 California。 Southern California。 The Southland。
The piece was not acpanied by a photograph； but the reporter's description of the man included a reference to blue eyes and thick brown hair。 She was sure he was her James Ironheart。
She was not surprised to have found him。 She had known that with determined effort she would locate him sooner or later。 What surprised her was the subject of the piece in which his full name appeared at last。 She expected it to be yet one more story about snatching someone out of death's grasp； and she was not prepared for the headline： LAGUNA NIGUEL AlAN WINS SIX MILLION LOTTO JACKPOT。
Having followed the rescue of Nicholas O'Conner with his first untroubled night of sleep in the last four； Jim departed Boston on Friday afternoon； August 24。 Gaining three hours on the cross…country trip； he arrived at John Wayne Airport by 3：10 P。M。 and was home half an hour later。
He went straight into his den and lifted the flap of carpet that revealed the safe built into the floor of the closet。 He dialed the bination； opened the lid； and removed five thousand dollars； ten percent of the cash he kept there。
At his desk； he packed the hundred…dollar bills into a padded Jiffy envelope and stapled it shut。 He typed a label to Father Leo Geary at Our Lady of the Desert； and affixed sufficient postage。 He would mail it first thing in the morning。
He went into the family room and switched on the TV。 He tried several movies on cable； but none held his interest。 He watched the news for a while； but his mind wandered。 After he heated a microwave pizza popped open a beer； he settled down with a good book…which bored him He paged through a stack of unread magazines； but none of the articles was intriguing。
Near twilight he went outside with another beer and sat on the patio The palm fronds rustled in a light breeze。 A sweet fragrance rose from star jasmine along the property wall。 Red； purple； and pink impatiently shone with almost Day…Glo radiance in the dwindling light； and as the sun finished setting； they faded as if they were hundreds of small lightbulbs on a rheostat。 Night floated down like a great tossed cape of almost weightless black silk。
Although the scene was peaceful； he was restless。 Day by day； week by week； since he had saved the lives of Sam Newsome and his daughter Emily on May 15； Jim had found it increasingly difficult to involve himself in the ordinary routines and pleasures of life。 He was unable to relax。
kept thinking of all the good he could do； all the lives he could save； the destinies he could alter； if only the call would e again： 〃Life line。〃
Other endeavors seemed frivolous by parison。
Having been the instrument of a higher power； he now found it difficult to settle for being anything less。
After spending the day collecting what information she could find on James Madison Ironheart； with only a two…hour nap to pensate for the night of sleep she had lost； Holly launched her long…anticipated vacation with a flight to Orange County。 On arrival； she drove her rental car south from the airport to the Laguna Hills Motor Inn； where she had reserved a motel room。
Laguna Hills was inland； and not a resort area。 But in Laguna Niguel； Laguna Niguel； and other coastal towns during the summer； rooms had been booked far in advance。 She didn't intend to swim or sunbathe anyway。
Ordinarily； she was as enthusiastic a pursuer of skin cancer as anyone； but this had bee a working vacation。
By the time she arrived at the motel； she felt as if her eyes were full of sand。 When she carried her suitcase into her room； gravity played a cruel trick； pulling her down with five times the usual force。
The room was simple and clean； with enough air…conditioning to recreate the environment of Alaska； in case it was ever occupied by an Eskimoe who got homesick。
From vending machines in the breezeway； she purchased a packet of peanut…butter…and…cheese crackers and a can of diet Dr Pepper； and satisfied her hunger while sitting in bed。 She was so tired that she felt numb。
All of her senses were dulled by exhaustion； including her sense of taste。
She might as well have been eating Styrofoam and washing it down with mule sweat。
As if the contact of head and pillow tripped a switch； she fell instantly asleep。
During the night； she began to dream。 It was an odd dream； for it took place in absolute darkness； with no images； just sounds and smells and tactile sensations； perhaps the way people dreamed when they had been blind since birth。 She was in a dank cool place that smelled vaguely of lime。 At first she was not afraid； just confused； carefully feeling her wa