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Without warning I found myself listening in counterpoint.
Side effect? Could be, but Bennett was a prankster. ┬╗You going
stereo on me?┬л
┬╗What are you talking about?┬л
Help.
Whoever was shouting help was broadcasting through a
separate channel. He wasnтАЩt in the phone but didnтАЩt seem to be
in my head either. I gave the room the onceover but I was the
only one on duty. Whoever he was he sounded like heтАЩd been
sealed up in an oil drum. Possibly an unfortunate whoтАЩd run
afoul of one of BennettтАЩs less restrained subcontractors.
Help.
┬╗ThatтАЩs not you, is it?┬л
┬╗What are you on now?┬л BennettтАЩs words popped out of the
receiver; they were purple, and diamond-shape. Amazing how
long the effects last sometime.
 Help.
┬╗Help you what?┬л I asked. ┬╗WhoтАЩs out there?┬л
┬╗Walter!!┬л
┬╗What?┬л I thought it best not to go into a lot more detail;
things like this kind of disturbed BennettтАЩs peace of mind.
┬╗Must be hearing things, compadre. Nothing to write home
about.┬л
He hissed like a stabbed tire. ┬╗IтАЩve got a message. Think youтАЩll
remember?┬л
┬╗Try me.┬л
┬╗Mister Rollins says they want to meet you again tomorrow
morning for breakfast. ItтАЩs essential that you reconsider the
offer.┬л
┬╗CanтАЩt oblige,┬л I said.
┬╗Essential, I said.┬л
┬╗I heard you the first time.┬л
┬╗Essential.┬л
I knew my limits. HeтАЩd be putting the needle down again and
again till I finally got up and changed the record. ┬╗All right, but
tell тАЩem I got to charge a full day rate.┬л
┬╗Understood,┬л he said. ┬╗Meet them in the Willard coffee
shop, nine sharp. The Willard Hotel. ItтАЩs a hotel. Know the
place?┬л
┬╗Warren G. Harding shot his niece there, didnтАЩt he?┬л
┬╗Nine sharp. Willard Hotel. WeтАЩll be waiting. Think youтАЩll
need any help waking up?┬л
┬╗Not yours.┬л
Bennett skipped the gracious goodbye pages when he took
his Emily Post lessons. Once he hung up I savoured the sound
of blood rushing past my ears. The seller goes where the market
calls but these assignments in DC were always a trial. Nothing
like a trip to the land of the two-headed men to remind you why
they dumped all that marble in a swamp. Nowhere else will you
get the lingering miasma and rotting vegetables that sustain