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Ah. Garrett. Good afternoon. Good of you to stop in. How is that kidnapping business going?
"The kid came home in one piece." I stepped out of the room, looked around, stepped back inside.
Congratulations. A job well done. You will have to tell me all about it. What was that little dance step?
"Just making sure I was in the right house with the right Dead Man. No congrats due. I didn't have anything to do with it." I went ahead and brought him up to date, leaving out none of the details but Amiranda's overnight vacation from the household of the Stormwarden.
An interesting situation, infested with anomalies. Almost a pity you have no concern in it. A challenge to crack its shell and lay open the meat within.
"Feeling our genius today, are we?"
Indeed. Yes indeed. The mystery of the magic of Glory
Mooncalled is a mystery no more. Subject to observational confirmation, of course.
"You figured out how he does it? When the Venageti War Council can't do better than stumble over their own feet?"
Indeed.
"How?"
Ratiocination, my boy.
My boy? He was in a mood to crow.
Cogitation. Induction. Deduction. Repeated experiment manipulating the possible course of events within the known parameters. And from this came a hypothesis bearing the weight of near certainty. I know how Glory Mooncalled did what he did, and with just a bit more information I could predict with some degree of certainty what he will do next.
"So how does he do it? Does he turn invisible? Does he run through secret tunnels to sneak up and sneak away?"
/ have to reserve the how for now, Garrett. The hypothesis is insufficiently tested, based as it is on one assumption not yet validated. A bit more observation should confirm it, though, and you will be the first to know.
"No doubt." He would crow like a herd of roosters watching three suns rising. If he was not already. "Why don't youЧ"
"Mr. Garrett?" Dean had his head in the doorway. "Excuse me. There's a young woman here to see you."
His nose was up and his choice of the word "woman" over "lady" told me he thought her a floozy and probably some playmate of mine not nearly as worthy of me as any one of a dozen of his nieces.
"Who is she?"
"She wouldn't say. She seemed perfectly familiar with you, though." Again with the nose up.
I excused myself and headed for the door expecting Amiranda. They just can't stay away from you, Garrett. It was Amber. She gave me her big teasing smile as I let her in. Dean had instructions to let no one in without consulting me or the Dead Man first. I scanned the street as Amber brushed past. I didn't see Courter Slauce but assumed he was out there watching.
Amber did some posing, showing off her best features, of which she had several. "Aren't you dressed for the kill today? What's the occasion?" I gave the street another scan. Nothing. But women from the Hill don't wander my end of town unchaperoned. Not unless they're so severely unaware of personal danger that the bad guys shy off as if they were holy madmen.
"A hunt. Of sorts." She did have a promising smile.
"I see. How old are you, Amber?"
"Twenty." She lied. My immediate guess was eighteen going on thirty.
"Uhn. This way." I stalled for time while I led her to my office. There is a side of me that is very fond of women. There is also a side that's wary of those who bring gifts without being asked. When they stand near a center of power and are as changeable and spoiled as this one probably was, I want to play it very carefully. I thought I saw a way.
"I'm a charming scamp, I know. Hurt me to the quick though it does, I'm old enough, plain enough, and poor enough to suspect that maybe my profession has more to do with you being here."
"Maybe." She went on trying to flirt. I had a bad feeling she might be one of those who couldn't deal with a man until she proved to herself she could lead him around by his hopes and fantasies. That kind regards consummation as something to avoid at all costs. She was young but she knew her men well enough to know actually giving in would dilute her power. I assumed she was playing that game, so I did my best to let her think she might get what she wanted without stretching her virtue.
She did appeal. A whole damned lot. But I'll have to know a Stormwarden's daughter a lot better before I take the risks inherent in such a situation.
"There is one thing you could do," she admitted. "But that can wait. Don't you feel crowded in here? Isn't there somewhere else? That old man could walk in anytime."
At which point I made the mistake of sitting down. My sitter was barely in place when a hundred pounds of potential parked her sitter on my lap. So much for Garrett's infallible estimates of members of the female species. She had me going for a minuteЧuntil she giggled. I don't like my women to giggle. It makes me doubt their maturity. Still, when the culprit is sitting on your lap, wagging her tail ...
"Mr. Garrett." It was that old man. "Mr. Dotes is here. He says it's important."
Saved!
Damn it.

______ XI ______

"Do YOU HAVE to, Garrett?" "You don't know Morley Dotes. If he comes here, it's important."
I had Amber about half pried loose when Dotes blew in. He stopped and gawked, then that sparkle flashed in his eye. I'm going to throw pepper in there someday just to get tears to wash it out.
"Down, boy. What's going on?"
Amber made a show of neatening herself up. I guess she knew she had it and couldn't help flaunting it.
УYour pal Saucer head. He's in the Bledsoe carved up bad enough to kill a mammoth."
"Bound to happen in his line of work." Which was pretty much the same as Morley's less public line, so he gave me a sour look when he could steal a second from appreciating Amber. "How did it happen?"
"Don't have much yet. He staggered in from somewhere way the hell out in the country. They say he shouldn't have made it, but you know him. Too stubborn and stupid to die. They don't think he'll make it."
"Who does, down there? What the hell was he doing out in the boondocks?"
Morley gave me a funny look. "I thought you'd know. He left the place early last night because he had a job. Said you recommended him."
"Me? I never . . . Oh. Damn. I'd better get down there." I had butterflies the size of horses. Amiranda. Had to be.
"I'll stroll along with you, then. I haven't had my exercise today." Far be it from Morley Dotes to admit he had a friend anywhere in the known universe. As he turned to leave, Amber whispered, "Wait, Garrett." The music was out of her voice.
"Is it critical?"