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 The horizon was distinct now, black against the navy sky.  Stan turned from the motel window.  "I guess it's time," he said.  Part of him was glad; his ears were ringing from stress and bad coffee. Margaret sat cross-legged on the bed with her own cup.  Her gaze dropped into it.  Stan's back was to her, but he could see her in the vanity mirror.  Her thoughts weren't hard to guess.  She was twenty-four and a widow once already. Stan walked toward the desk where his duffel bag sat.  He checked it for the fifteenth time.  The lock-picking tools remained in the end-pocket. "Please, can I not come along?" Margaret said.   Stan had to sm