the cop said. Dave smiled. “That’s just about what I said. But let me show you something.” He put a hand in his shirt pocket. The cop flinched, and reached for where his gun would normally be. “Relax,” Dave said. “This is something by way of a demonstration, something Maggie showed me earlier, before…before…” He couldn’t finish the thought. Instead he took something from the pocket, a crystal hanging on the end of a chain. “I’ll try to remember all her exact words,” he said. “It might be important…later.” He let the crystal hang on the end of the chain. “Everything has a natural rhythm,” he said. “The Earth spins once a day, goes around the sun once a year. The moon goes round the earth every 28 days. Your heart beats in a rhythm particular only to you. Everything has its drumbeat and everything contributes to the dance.
