“George Thompson went out to the Bureau’s warehouse about one this afternoon and he hasn’t been seen since,” Foster told Freeman later that afternoon.
Now, wa-da-ya know.
“But he managed to get Thompson past us anyway.”
Yeah, in a 6 feet long plastic bag. Or maybe a 3 feet long chest.
But Foster had a wife and family now and Freeman’s mood wasn’t going to be conducive to chatting up a pretty young thing.
Quite the ladies' men in the good old days?
He stood and watched as a gurney with a body-bag was placed in the medical examiner’s van.
Hmm...
Freeman and Straker were crouched by a farmhouse porch – from the landscape Freeman guessed they were in the Midwestern U.S. Straker was younger and armed with a high-powered rifle.
Is Freeman a psychic, too? And why is Straker younger?
Again Straker stopped him, but this time instead of a rifle, the blond man had a small device in his hand. It was silver and had several buttons on the face. Straker pressed one button and…
A time window? Niiiiiice. And the dream's a suppressed memory? Now we're getting to Paradoxes.
Michael
