Prologue: Every Cabbie In Catalina

“Daddy, you can’t do this! You’ll kill yourself! Mother and I will have to go to San Antonio to bring back your body!”

Linda Brown tried to stop her father as he packed his favorite over night bag, a weathered brown leather satchel — the sort of bag that doctors carried back in the days when doctors made house calls — only this bag had seen more travels than any country doctor’s medicine kit. Then he shuffled through a pile of papers and started putting them in his equally battered attaché.

“I have to do this, Linda. I have to take these papers to San Antonio.”

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