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Winger sneered, flipped blond hair out of her face.
"Likely to wake up?"

"Maybe if the house catches on fire. Got something
to hide?" The Dead Man's big trick is mind reading.

"No more than usual. I was just thinking, it's been
a dry spell. Way I hear, weather ain't been so hot for
you, neither."

10

GLEN COOK

That was my pal Winger, so shy and demure. Some-
how, with her, the romance and adventure were ab-
sent. "Thought you had desperate business."

"Desperate?"

"You like to tore the door down. You woke up the
Goddamn Parrot with your whooping and hollering."
That about-to-become-roasted squab was holding
forth up front. "I figured you had killer elves slavering
on your trail."

"I just wish. I told you how my luck's been. I was
just trying to get your attention." She refilled her mug,
did mine, headed for my office. "All right, Garrett.
Business first."

She paused, listened. T.G. Parrot was on a roll. She
shrugged, slipped into my office. I followed quickly.
Sometimes things fall into Winger's pockets if you're
not there to keep an eye on them.

I wriggled into my chair, safe behind my desk. Elea-
nor guarded my back. Winger scowled at the painting,
then eyed my book. "Espinosa? Ain't that a little
heavy for you?"

"It's a real thriller." Espinosa was beyond me,
mostly. He tended to make a big deal out of questions
that wouldn't have occurred to anybody who worked
for a living.

I'd gone to visit a lady friend at the Royal Library.
The book was all I got.