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Smashwords Edition Copyright 2010 Kevin O'Kane This is a work of fiction. The events, characters and settings are imaginary and are not intended to represent actual places, events or persons. Any similarity is wholly coincidental. | Omaha is a technological thriller sure to please . Buhle Midwest Book Review Omaha Kevin O Kane Smashwords Edition Copyright 2010 Kevin O Kane http This is a work of fiction. The events characters and settings are imaginary and are not intended to represent actual places events or persons. Any similarity is wholly coincidental. Enter my noble guest and you shall find If not a costly welcome yet a kind For I myself like you have been distress d Till Heav n afforded me this place of rest Like you an alien in a land unknown I learn to pity woes so like my own. 1. Monday January 8 Time 2 PM Arms tense and hands clenched nervously onto the steering wheel Mike rushes to his rented farmhouse several miles north of Des Moines. On a sunless cold gray January afternoon his car rattles and bounces its way west on a nameless gravel county farm road. The outside temperature is -7F the wind chill is -20F. The car s heater chatters vainly. Mike s beat-up old hardtop heaves and sways over the uneven loose stone surface passing endless snow patched fields. It thumps across an unguarded railroad grade crossing a loose old ramp of worn wood bridging shiny rails on which endless trains cart corn soy coal and freight to ports south. A colorless cluster of silos a few miles north fades dimly in the gathering haze. In the dismal churning sky aloft flocks of crows scavenge for the last remains of summer. Gusting winds stir dry corn husks into furious small cyclones. Slowing he turns onto a stony driveway but quickly halts at the sight of what s down the long path ahead. After several moments of panic and indecision he takes his foot off the brake and the car creeps slowly forward to the sound of rock crushing beneath its turning tires. He slows to a crunching halt in a small farmyard. In the leaden winter light engine idling he looks numbly at the smoldering remains before him. Of the old farmhouse only the chimney and a few pipes remain upright. .

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