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There ain't no justice, I guarantee absodamnlutely.
There I was, comfy as could be, feet on my desk, a
pint of Weider's porter in my hand, Espinosa's latest
potboiler in my other hand, and Eleanor reading over
my shoulder. She understood Espinosa better than I
did. For once the Goddamn Parrot wasn't squawking.
I sucked up that sweet silence more enthusiastically
than I did the beer.

Some fool went to hammering on my door.

His pounding had an arrogant, impatient edge.
Meant it would be somebody I didn't want to see.
"Dean! See who that is! Tell him to go away. I'm out
of town. On a secret mission for the king. Won't be
back for years. And I wouldn't buy what he's selling
anyway, if I was home."

Nobody moved. My cook-slash-housekeeper-slash-
factotum was the one who was out of town. I was at
the mercy of wannabe clients and the Goddamn
Parrot.

Dean had gone to TemisVar. One of his herd of
homely nieces was going to get married. He wanted
to make sure her fool fiance didn't wake up before it
was too late.

The pounding continued bruising my door. I'd just
installed it, replacing one broken down by a villain
who couldn't take a hint. "Damned insensitive jerk!"
I muttered. Hollering and threats backed the ham-
mering. The neighbors were going to get upset. Again.

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