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DEADLY QUICKSILVER LIES 7

bright. "Need to talk to you, Garrett," she said. "I
need some help. Business."

I should have known better. Hell. I did know better.
But times were dull. Dean wasn't around to nag me.
The Dead Man had been asleep for weeks. I had no-
body but the Goddamn Parrot for company. All my
friends were beset by lady friends, a trial that hadn't
befallen me during any recent epoch. "All right. I
know I'm gonna be sorry, but all right. I'll give you a
listen. Promising nothing."

"Hows about a brew while we're jawing?" Winger
shy? I don't think so. She headed for the kitchen. I
took a look around outside before I shut the door.
You never knew what might be tagging after Winger.
She didn't have sense enough to look back. She sur-
vived on luck, not skill.

"Awk! Holy hooters! Garrett! Check them
gazoombies."

Damn! What I got for not closing the door to the
small front room.

The street showed me only a clutter of people and
animals and dwarves and elves and a squadron of cen-
taur immigrants. The usual.

I shut the door. I went to the small front room
and closed that door, ignoring outraged allegations of
neglect. "Stow it, bird. Unless you want to get ne-
glected right into some ratman's dinner pot."

He laughed. He mocked.

He was right. I have no use for ratmen, but I
wouldn't do that to them.

Then he yelled rape. I didn't worry. Winger had
heard it before.

"Help yourself, why don't you?" I said when I hit
the kitchen, like she hadn't helped herself already.
She'd glommed the biggest mug in the house, too.

She winked. "Here's to ya, big guy." She knew ex-