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She is twenty-six, as tall as I am, and built like the
proverbial masonry privy on an epic scale. Also, she
has what some guys think is an attitude problem. Just
can't figure out how to stay in her place.

"You want my help," I reminded. Just a poke. My
keg wasn't bottomless. I smirked. Maybe she was des-
perate enough to take the Goddamn Parrot off my
hands.

DEADLY QUICKSILVER LIES 9

"Uhm." She would get to the point only after she
had mooched her fill. That quantity would clue me as
to the state of her fortunes.

"You're looking good, Winger." Even Winger likes
to hear that."Must be doing all right."

She assumed I meant her outfit. That was new and,
as always, remarkable. "Where I work, they want you
should dress snappy."

I kept a straight face. "Unusual" is only the most
cautious, gentlest way to characterize Winger's taste.
Let's say you couldn't lose her in a crowd. If she went
around with the Goddamn Parrot on her shoulder, no-
body would notice the bird. "That outfit is pretty timid.
When you worked for that fat freak Lubbock ..."

"It's the territory. These guys want you should
blend in."

Again I kept my face straight. Being amused by
Winger when Winger isn't amused can be hazardous
to your health especially if you're dim enough to,
say, crack wise about her blending in.

"Old-timer's gone, eh? What about the ugly thing?"
She meant my partner, the Dead Man, so-called be-
cause he hasn't run any footraces since somebody
stuck a knife in him four hundred years ago. "Ugly
thing" is apt. He isn't human. He's a Loghyr, which
explains why he's still hanging around so long after
he was murdered. Loghyr are slow and stubborn, espe-
cially when it comes to sloughing off the old mortal
clay. They're deliberate, he would say.

"Asleep. Been weeks since he bugged me. I'm in
heaven."