Talking of time, how long it took Kendall to walk home along the gleaming rain- slicked streets he'd neither the idea nor the inclination to find out. Of course she'd left him, three months ago now. He wanted to believe all sorts of things. That he was better off without her, that she was with the runt-these damn ones were at the top of the list. Nothing gave him any rest though. There was a hole in his chest where his heart should have sat. Nothing sat there now. The awful knowledge ...