The Expendable Man

by Dorothy B. Hughes

knowingly permit her to hitchhike to another

didn’t disturb him. “I’m at the Med Center—

“I want to do research,” he said.

came more

worry about it. Your aunt won’t care,

don’t have her phone number.” Reluctantly she wrote a name. He

asking what he had to ask.

Phoenix.” He sensed Hugh’s resistance,

discarded at any garage. It was wound with

afraid somebody’d see you throwing it

felt suddenly weak. It was that close, his being under arrest. Otherwise

just a while longer.” Someone to

Doctor Accused.” There was anger in her

eyes. By

same dress but had changed her pumps for beach sandals. With