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movement. He had probably lost most of his hair while still in law school, Anna thought. Unfortunately, he drew attention to his baldness by allowing what hair he had to grow long and then carefully combing it across his narrow head. It made him look like old pictures of General Douglas MacArthur, rather than the rakish fellow he wished to be. Since traveling with Anna, he had taken to wearing a strong cologne, the scent of which she found distasteful. His clothes were plain but expensive, disguising his thin-shouldered, long-shanked body. For all his directed brilliance, he seemed unaware that Anna found his attentions unwelcome.
Grau looked both wayshe was a cautious manbefore stepping across the cable car tracks toward the Stanford Court's entrance. A muddy Ford Bronco, looking like an armored personnel carrier on its immense cleated tires, appeared from Stockton Street and rounded onto California. Its tinted glass windshield made it look driverless, blind and threatening. A light bar with four driving lamps spanned the roof. It was the sort of vehicle much favored by survivalists, out of place on Nob Hill. The huge tires screeched as they crossed the cable car tracks. Pierre Grau was ten steps from the curb and safety when the Bronco swerved deliberately into the oncoming traffic. The bumper and front fender struck him, flinging him high into the air, then back across the broad hood. Anna watched in shock. Grau hit the windshield, leaving a dark smear; then he fell to the pavement, sprawling there like a bundle of rags, legs on the cable car tracks, head toward the hotel. The driver of a Mercedes heading down California Street slammed on the brakes, but skidded on the slick pavement and could not stop until the front wheels had bumped over Pierre's body.
Anna sat, stunned at what she had witnessed. A woman sitting at the next table screamed. Customers bolted from their chairs to stare, horrified but curious, through the windows at the gathering crowd and confusion in the middle of California Street. Anna, finally able to move, reached for her purse, ran

 
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