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 Gaylord laughed as he watched them. Giggled out loud to himself. "That's the kind of a buddy to have." He put his hand in his pocket and felt the card the cab driver had given him. He started to pull it out when a voice behind him spoke.

"What kind of a buddy is that?" It was a deep soft voice.

He turned around quickly, to a face hidden in shadows, but the voice was familiar. Somewhere he had heard that voice. He saw the outline of a tall man and in the moving shadows it looked golden bronze. 179