C.: d.c texted me again today to say that he was still working on his book and could not join me, He DId send me the introduction to his book. Take a look:
(THE PREQUEL TO “PRECISION”)
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INAUGURATION
Almost everything has an inert ingredient. Even the air that we breathe is 78% nitrogen and 21% oxygen. That leaves a full one percent of the air as inert ingredients.
The most prevalent inert ingredient in the air is argon gas. Although in minute quantities this gas is harmless, in larger quantities it can be fatal. The same is true of carbon dioxide, the second most prevalent inert ingredient in air. Both can cost someone his or her life if enough of either of these gasses is ingested. Each gas is colorless, odorless, and tasteless. Consequently, neither is easily detected. Some other inert ingredients are also dangerous enough to cost someone his or her life, even in minute quantities. Many, like argon gas and carbon dioxide, are practically impossible to detect...
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PROLEGOMENON
Jay Magruder looked at his bag phone in disbelief. Why did his good friend call him on his only day off? What could possibly be so important as to disturb him during his only sabbatical after working for twenty straight days? What his friend had to say, though, disturbed Magruder more than the timing of the call.
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In 1999, a bag phone would seem to be out of date. Third-grade detective James David Magruder (recently promoted from the plain-clothes department of the Houston Police Department), was glad to have something, anything with which to communicate with the outside world, though. If he installed a landline in his spartanly decorated apartment, it would make him more easily located. This could lead to his ultimate and painful demise, if the wrong people were able to find the young detective when he was not working and, thus, not protected by his coworkers. It may also be detrimental to a young friend; one Jay felt was not deserving of such a fate. It was too risky to have a landline installed in his small apartment, Magruder decided. He made this decision after he moved across the sprawling metropolis of Houston, Texas to be harder to find for those that meant to harm him and his young friend.
Jay listened carefully to what Professor Jedidiah Jones had to say on his antiquated equipment. As Jay Magruder hung up his bag phone, he knew what he must do. He MUST protect the truth about how HPD’s most recent murder victim died. He had no choice, he felt. So, Magruder put his nine-millimeter pistol in its holster and strapped the holster to his shoulder. After covering the handgun with a sports jacket, Magruder drove his recently restored classic ’64 ½ Mustang to the Houston Police Morgue. It was the only way he knew to protect the disturbing truth.
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