Enough of a point that we finished the drive to Albuquerque in silence. Steps led down. I looked down at the man on the bed. If I didn't want it to get dirty, I'd have bought something else.
Harold was still talking on the phone. I looked at Ramirez. I wanted to be moving. The Kenpo was neat stuff, but it wasn't the same thing as a full workout with weights and running.
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