Ire supposed it was all a matter of getting what you wanted. A hawk wheeled across the sky and was gone. Sarah had done that, gotten what she wanted. To become Rachael. To be loved. . . .
Maybe Deckard had as well. Something that Holden had thought about before, back when he’d first figured out what had happened. Maybe Deckard hadn’t been fooled at all.
He got back into the police spinner and let the cockpit glass seal around him. Maybe, thought Holden, he got what he wanted. Somehow. Maybe he did. Not that it really mattered.
A moment later the spinner mounted into the sky, banking south and toward Los Angeles.
THE END