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I tried instead to concentrate on doing exactly what Cortez had been coming over to do. Formulate a plan of action. But here I was stuck. If I went out and tracked down Sandford and Leah, I'd have to take Savannah along, and would probably end up delivering her straight into their hands. For now, the wisest course of action seemed to be to lie low, defend us against their attacks, and hope they simply decided Savannah was more trouble than she was worth. While it irked me to take a defensive position, at this point I refused to take chances with Savannah's life.
At twelve-thirty, I checked the crowd outside. Maybe I was being optimistic, but it seemed to be shrinking. When I went to tell Savannah to get ready, I found her lying on her back in bed. She opened her eyes when I walked in.
"Napping?" I asked.
She shook her head. "Not feeling so good."
"You're sick?" I hurried to the bedside. "You should have told me, hon. Is it your head or your stomach?"
"Both ... I mean, neither. I don't know." She scrunched her nose. "I just feel ... weird."
I didn't see any obvious signs of illness. Her temperature was normal, her skin wasn't flushed, and her eyes looked tired but clear. Probably stress. I hadn't been feeling so hot myself lately.
"You could be coming down with something," I said. "I was supposed to go out, but it can wait."
"No," Savannah said, pushing herself up from the covers. "I want to go. I'll probably feel better once I get outside."
"Are you sure?"
She nodded. "Maybe we can rent some videos."
"All right, then. Get ready."
"I bet it's a closed casket," Savannah said as I turned onto Chestnut.
An image of Cary's mangled corpse shot through my brain. I forced it back.
"Well, we aren't finding out," I said. "I'm not setting foot anywhere near that room."
"Too bad it wasn't one of those drive-through viewings. Then we could see him without anyone knowing."
" Drive-through viewings?"
"Haven't you heard about those? They had one in Phoenix when my mom and I lived there. We drove by once to see it. It's like a drive-through bank teller, only you look in the window and there's the dead guy."
"Grief on the run."
"People are real busy these days. You gotta make it easy." She grinned and shifted in her seat. "Isn't that weird? I mean, think about it. You drive up and then what? Talk into some drive-through speaker? Tell the guy how much you'll miss him?"
"Just as long as he doesn't sit up and ask if you'd like fries with that."
Savannah laughed. "Humans are so weird."
She shifted in her seat again.
"Do you have to go to the bathroom?" I asked.
"No. I'm just getting sore from sitting still."
"We've only gone five blocks."
She shrugged. "I dunno. Maybe I've got the flu."
"How's your stomach?"
"Okay, I guess."
I flashed back through everything she'd eaten in the last day. Then my gut knotted. "Did Cortez get near your cafe mocha last night?"
