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make 'em out of soy flour and some kind of crinkly seaweed stuff and exotic tropical fruit no sane
person's ever heard of. There's not a speck of real sugar in 'em. I ate three of the halfwit things the
last time I was out here. Yang."
The grey-haired woman and her young sun-bronzed husband got up. She poked her Banxcard
into the table's payslot, took her receipt and moved for the doorway. "Will we be reading about
your upcoming killings in Famous and NewsMag, Mr. Conger? Or doтАФ"
"I don't kill people," he told her. "That wasn't my branch of government at all." He caught Geer
by the elbow. "Let's get into the office. You're screwing up our ambiance."
The blonde girl took only three steps before hugging herself and doubling up. "Angelica
Conger . . . in about ten minutes . . ."
Conger halted, eyed her. "What?"
"I haven't introduced you yet," said Geer sotto voce. "She's Wizard Wells, one of our best
precog agents."
"Sees the future?"
"Your wife," said Wizard, her face paling, "is going . . . to explode in . . . ten minutes unless . .
."
Conger's grip on Geer tightened. "Is she reliable?"
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"About 80% so."
"87%," the girl corrected.
Conger pivoted, ran for the door. "Come on, we'll take my skycar."
"Is somebody going to explode here?" asked the black truck pilot, watching the three of them
go slamming out of the restaurant. "An exploding person would be just too much, coming on the
heels of this hired killer business. Basically I require a certain aura of tranquility during my meals
or . . ."




The skycar hummed through the mildly polluted air, heading inland toward Gomezville #2.
Jake glanced at Wizard. "Any more details?" The girl was slouched in the front passenger seat
beside him, long bare legs crossed and a partially unwrapped SewdoHershey bar held between
thumb and forefinger. "With most of my visions I don't get too many specifics," she said.
"Although I've been improving on that score lately. With your assassin, for instance, I guessed the
color of his turban andтАФ"
"Does what's maybe going to happen to my wife," Jake asked over his shoulder, "tie in with
why you barged in on me, Geer?"
In the rear seat the ramshackled boss of the Wild Talent Division was massaging his frizzled
head of hair with both hands, making it crackle. "Everything ties in with everything, Jake. This is
the sort of case that would give a paranoid a hardon. It's the goofiest conspiracy I've everтАФ"
"But why drag me in?" The outskirts of Gomezville #2 were showing up five hundred feet
below. The even rows of decorative fruit trees and the pastel shock fences.
"You're still the top invisible man I've got on tap," said Geer. "Plus which you've got a knack
for solving these wacky ones."
"What did you say was bothering you, another vast conspiracy?"
"Exactly. And vast is an understatement," said Geer. "Have you read Hello, Lemuria, Hello?"
"I'm too involved with what's going on in our day-to-day life to waste time reading garbage
likeтАФ"