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reason for me to stay here now."
"Want to go to California?"
"No. It would be too painful," Cole said. "You may have the tank trucks. I have another, a six-wheeler. If you will help me load my still on it, I will be all right."
"I'll help," Thor said. "Ron, if you like, I'll go with you. "
Cole looked at him. "I remember you. Yes, I would like that. Thank you."
Sherrine took a deep breath. "I'm going, too," she announced.
"What?" said Bob. "Now, wait. You can't take that chance."
"You are."
Bruce brandished his list. "You've got to go back to Minneapolis to coordinate the Angels' new IDs," he said.
She shook her head. She had been wondering for days whether she was risking her job-—whatever security she could count on in poor, doomed Minneapolis-—or whether she was leaving it behind. Now she knew. Damn Bob, anyway. "You don't need me. The Legion of Doom can handle this. So I guess it's not so important that I get back to my job tomorrow-—"
"What you're saying," Bob said, "is that you don't want to go back to your job."
She took another deep breath. "I guess that is what I said, isn't it?"

Sherrine called her grandmother from a phone booth in the candy store on the corner. She used a few tricks to shunt the call through four other trunks just to humor Thor. After she had talked to Gram, she was glad she had.
She must have looked badly shaken up when she left the phone booth because Harry, who had escorted her there, looked concerned. "What's wrong, Sherry?"
"I-—" She shook her head. "Take me back, Harry."
Back in the Brown apartment, she handed Mike a slip of paper with a name and phone number. Then she turned to Bob and fell into