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Whiskers were waiting at the airport with a limo.
    â€œHow’d it go?”
    â€œAs planned.” Brennan held out the bag and Whiskers took it.
    Fadeout nodded. “Wrap it up in a blanket or something and put it in the trunk.” He caught Brennan’s look of disgust as Whiskers hustled off. He shrugged. “Yeah, it gets to me, too, sometimes. Deadhead is a useful tool, though. Think of all the inside info he’ll pick up from Covello’s brain.”
    â€œI thought Deadhead was working on another problem,” Brennan said casually. “Some ace named Wraith?”
    â€œOh, that?” Fadeout waved a hand. “He solved it. Wraith apparently didn’t like Gruber too much. Never even told him her real name. But she did let her birthday slip once. And Deadhead is a talented sketch artist—hard to think of him as having any real human qualities. We have deep connections in a lot of government agencies, the DMV, for example. Her birthday and Deadhead’s sketch will be enough to nail that bitch to the wall.”
    A wave of fear washed through Brennan, sweeping away the fatigue that weighed heavily on his body and spirit. To hide it he rubbed his face and yawned hugely.
    â€œWell,” he said, desperately trying to sound casual, “it sounds pretty important. I’d like to be in on it.”
    Fadeout looked at him closely, but nodded. “Sure, Cowboy. You earned it. It won’t come down for a day or two, but you look like you could sleep that long.”
    Brennan forced a grin. “I could at that.”
    They dropped Brennan at his Jokertown apartment, where he slept around the clock, then worried for another day before he got the call. It was Whiskers’s mushy voice at the other end of the line.
    â€œWe got her name, Cowboy, and we got her address.”
    â€œWho’s in on it?”
    â€œYou and me and two of my Werewolf pals. They’re watching her place now.”
    Brennan nodded. He was glad that Lazy Dragon wouldn’t be along. He had ample respect for the ace’s power and adaptability.
    â€œThere’s a problem, though.” Whiskers hesitated. “She can turn into a ghost or something and walk right through walls and shit, so we can’t even really threaten her.”
    Brennan smiled. Jennifer was extraordinarily difficult to deal with.
    â€œFadeout’s got a plan though. We break into her place and see if we can find this book he’s looking for. If not, we can try to deal with her. Buy it back or something. Then,” Whiskers said, some satisfaction in his voice, “she can always catch a bullet in the back of her head sometime. She ain’t always going to be a ghost.”
    â€œGood plan,” Brennan made himself say. And it was. They knew her name. They knew where to find her. He had to do something or she wouldn’t live out the month, even if they turned over the diary. His mind raced. “I’ll meet you in an hour, at her place. Give me the address.”
    â€œRight, Cowboy. You know, it’s too bad she can turn into a ghost. She’s real good-looking. We could have a real party with her.”
    â€œYeah, a real party.” Brennan hung up after Whiskers gave him directions to the apartment. He stared at nothing for a moment, marshaling all his Zen training to calm his mind, to soothe his racing pulse. He needed calmness, not a brain drenched in hate, anger, and fear. Part of him wondered at his strong reaction to Whiskers’s news. Part of him knew the reason, but the biggest part told him to forget it for now, to bury it and examine it later. There was a way out of this mess … there had to be.…
    He sunk his consciousness in the pool of being, seeking knowledge through perfect tranquility, and when he brought his mind back from zazen, he had his answer. It was Kien, and what he knew of the man, his fears, his strengths, his weaknesses.
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