All Ben was really looking for was a couple of things. Waller'd asked him to Texas here to look into something, which turned out to be nothing much at all.

So there he was with his stupid little grocery-store basket, trying to choose between the whole-wheat and the rye bread when he was plowed into by one of the other shoppers.

"HEY!" he said as he went down, the other guy went down, and Ben's basket went flying, spilling its contents everywhere.