I gripped the gun and waited. A man climbed from the snow-covered Toyota and stared at me. Despite his bulky coat and stocking cap, he looked familiar. After a moment he raised his hand and waved tentatively. “Felix? It’s me, Ben Moffatt.” I waited. Ben approached through the snow. “What are you doing? What happened? I heard there was an accident. On TV they said you killed a police officer.” “Go home, Ben,” I told him. He froze, continuing to stare at me. “I can’t do that, Felix. You have to go back to the hospital. Every cop in the city is looking for you.” “Go home. Watch TV. Eat dinner.” He gazed over his shoulder at his car, then again at me. “I can’t force you,” he said, finally arriving at a conclusion. I said nothing. He shrugged helplessly. “I have to tell the police I saw you.” A powerful gust of wind churned the snow between us. “I don’t have a choice about that, Felix.” “Go home, Ben,” I said again. “Come with me right now, Felix.
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