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THE CHELAN MOUNTAINS

He waited in the lobby of the apartment building until Rushia arrived fifteen
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minutes later.
‘What the heck’s the matter, James? You look like a ghost.’

Bond found himself unable to speak. He just nodded, indicating that Rushia
should follow him.
‘Well, that wasn’t any lovers’ tiff,’ Rushia said, standing just inside the door
of Chi-Chi’s apartment.

‘It’s not funny, Ed. Look in the bedroom.’
‘Oh, shit. No!’ Rushia came out of the bedroom and motioned Bond into a
chair. ‘You called the cops.’
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He shook his head. ‘The last thing I want is cops.’

‘Then you’re going to Muir Woods? It’s not exactly private there. They have
forest rangers and all. It’s a National Monument, for crying out loud.’
Bond had visited the woods on several occasions, and like thousands of
others, had marvelled at the giant redwood trees which tower on the edge of

Mount Tamalpais State Park. ‘I’m going nowhere near Muir Woods,’ he said, a
dull edge to his voice.
‘So what the hell happens to Chi-Chi? Lee says you have to be there if you
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ever want to see her alive again. James, old buddy, you’re risking her life.’
‘I don’t think so.’
‘Why, for heaven’s sake?’
‘Because I think the Muir Woods thing is a set-up. I think I know where that
bastard Brokenclaw Lee is holed up.’

‘You think you know? Hell, James, this isn’t a time for hunches. You’ve got

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