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Bedlam Boyz

Mercedes Lackey and Ellen Guon
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 This is a work of fiction. All the characters and events portrayed in this book are
fictional, and any resemblance to real people or incidents is purely coincidental.

Copyright ┬й 1998 by Mercedes Lackey

All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in
any form.

A Baen Books Original

Baen Publishing Enterprises
P.O. Box 1403
Riverdale, NY 10471

ISBN: 0-671-72177-1

First printing, April 1993

Distributed by Simon & Schuster
1230 Avenue of the Americas
New York, NY 10020

Typeset by Windhaven Press, Auburn, NH
Printed in the United States of America
Chapter One
Sunset Boulevard was a blur of lights and noise, too many radios and car stereos, too many
people talking and shouting and laughing. Kayla jammed her hands in the pockets of her denim
jacket and wished all of it would just go away.
At midnight, it seemed like everyone was on the street, all the weird and lonely and
тАЬprofessionalтАЭ residents of Los Angeles: the punks and the pretty boys in tight black leather, the
women in brightly colored miniskirts, the dealers with too many gold chains beneath their open
shirt collars. Ten feet away from where she stood, a nervous-looking blond man traded cash for a
little ziplock bag with a bored-looking guy in a cowboy hat; both men stepped back into the
shadows of the alley as a black-and-white LAPD patrol car glided past, like a silent shark
prowling through the late night traffic.
Liane and Billy were twenty feet further up the sidewalk, gawking at leather jackets in a
storefront window. She took her eyes off the panorama of the street around her, and joined them
at the window. тАЬNice stuff,тАЭ she commented, looking at a tailored leather jacket with metal studs.
The price tag said $249 . . . but it might as well have been a million dollars, she still couldn't
afford it.
She leaned against the cold metal bars over the glass and thought about stealing some aspirin.
Just the same as every night for the last few months, it felt like someone was pounding on her
skull with a hammer. The noise from the traffic only made it worse. тАЬGuys, okay if we stop
someplace for some more aspirin?тАЭ
тАЬAnother headache?тАЭ Billy asked.
тАЬIt's nothing,тАЭ Kayla lied.