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Two thoughts went through Special Agent Booth's head when the rail-thin, greasy-haired young man sitting crosslegged on the sidewalk called him "Dad."
The first was, 'What a waste.' The second was, 'I'm not your father, kid.'
The young man watched him get into his car and drive off. He raised an arm in a half-wave, then settled back against the wall of the building he was camped out in front of.
He patted his pockets and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Three thoughts went through his head as he lit up. 'Mind wipe,' was the first one. 'Shanshu,' was the second. 'I need a fix,' was the third.