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The ad read: _Soldier of fortune seeks companion in arms to share unusual adventure. Foster, Box 19, Mayport._
I crumpled the newspaper and tossed it in the general direction of the wire basket beside the park bench, pushed back a slightly frayed cuff, and took a look at my bare wrist. It was just habit; the watch was in a hock shop in Tupelo, Mississippi. It didn't matter. I didn't have to know what time it was.