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Winger swung her feet onto my desk. "All over it."

Dean was in it deep. / hadn't told a soul.

"Best Garrett story I heard hi a while, too. Thou-
sand marks for a cat? Come on."

"You know how some old ladies are about their
cats." The cat hadn't been the problem, really. The
problems started when I found a real animal that was
a ringer for the imaginary, red herring beast. "Who
would suspect a sweet old lady of wanting to set him
up for a fall guy in a scam?"

Honk honk, har bar. "I would've got suspicious
when she wouldn't come to my house."

What saved me was finding that cat. I caught on
when I tried to take him home. "Yeah."

The Dead Man might have saved me all the embar-
rassment. Had he been awake.

12

GLEN COOK

Part of the discomfort of the mess was knowing he'd

never stop reminding me about it. "Never mind that.

Since we're talking about old ladies, tell me what this

Maggie Jenn is going to want."
"I figure she's gonna ask you to kill somebody."
"Say what?" That wasn't what I expected. "Hey!

You know "

Somebody else was trying out my front door. This
somebody had a fist of stone bigger than a ham. "I
have a bad feeling about this," I muttered. "Whenever
platoons of people start thumping the door ..."

Winger stowed her leer. "I'll disappear."

"Don't wake the Dead Man."

"You kidding?" She pointed toward the ceiling. "I'll
be up there. Find me when you're done."