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ing right, though, you could read the whole evil story.
There was magic in it, though much of that had gone
once I got the man who murdered Eleanor.

I told the story. My visitor was a good listener. I
managed to avoid getting totally lost in my own chem-
istry. I observed carefully. I suggested, "You might
introduce yourself before we go any further. I'm never
comfortable calling a woman 'Hey You'."

Her smile softened the enamel on my teeth. "My
name is Maggie Jenn. Margat Jenn, actually, but I've
never been called anything but Maggie."

Ah, the monster of the prophecy. Winger's old
crone. Must have lost her walker. I blurted, "Maggie
doesn't sound like a redhead."

Her smile warmed up. Incredible! "Surely you're
not that naive, Mr. Garrett."

"Garrett is fine. Mr. Garrett was my grandpop. No.
It hasn't escaped me that some women miraculously
transform overnight."

"This is just a tint, really. A little more red than
my natural shade. Just vanity. One more rearguard
skirmish in my war against tune."

Yeah. The poor toothless hag. "Looks to me like
you've got it on the run."

"You're sweet." She smiled again, turning up the
heat. She leaned forward....

Maggie Jenn caught my left hand, squeezed. "Some
women enjoy being looked at that way, Garrett.
Sometimes they want to look back." She tickled my
palm. I stifled an urge to pant. She was working me
and I didn't care. "But I'm here on business and it's
important, so we'd better get to it." She took her
hand back.

I was supposed to melt, going through withdrawal.

I went through withdrawal.

"I like this room, Garrett. Tells me a lot. Confirms
what I've heard about you."