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" ’Cause they keep exploding?"

He takes off his glasses and rubs his eyes "No Like there’s so worse about them A lot worse I can’t explain It’s just a hunch"

I know Dancer When he gets a hunch, what that reallyhe hasn’t wrapped his conscious brain around yet Every time he’s ever told me he had a hunch, he’s worked his way around an epiphany I trust him like I never trusted anybody If he wants saot it

I head up and out into the Dublin night A light snow is falling The

There’s one sure place to find a sifting Fae Conveniently, it’s also the third place we need a sample from With luck, I’ll be back here in a few hours with the final three ziplocks to coood lately

THIRTY-THREE

"Who’s your daddy?"

Chester’s Feckin-A, I hate this place even ht is nuts It’s zero degrees in Dublin, snow’s begun to fall in earnest, there’s a killer wind kicking up and still five blocks of folks are shivering outside, bundled in layers of clothing, huddled together waiting to get in

I blast past the on an icy spot, whiz around one of Ryodan’s hu the crowd to stop me, juh tall black doors into the club

It’s rocking tonight sa up a stor innocents everywhere, turning it into an arctic zone in June, and this is what folks are doing about it Dancing, laughing, getting drunk, getting laid, acting like the walls didn’t fall, the world didn’t lose half the hued

I stand on the platfor, blowing on loves And a scarf and earet distracted fro It’s one of my oldie faves from a few decades back, heavy on bass, and it’s so loud it vibrates the soles of s and into my belly My bones ru brilliant Music isand pretty ot so crazy, Dancer was teaching me stuff about math that dazzled me

My scowl cohing at so sleek and pretty with theup the custo an eye on things in general, or watching for sohts and sparkly boobs I’ll be real glad when that stuff’s gone and she’s the Jo I know again

I’ht We don’t owe a dead , and if the other dudes think to try to enforce our contracts, well, we’re walking out anyway and they can just try

I groan and roll ht because I can’t tell her he’s dead I can’t tell nobody he’s dead Onlyit wasn’t Christian--know they got killed It’s only been three days Folksher, she’ll stick around for weeks, hoping he coone almost a month and she doesn’t look sad at all Didn’t she ht away and look up at the ceiling, eyeing the girders, wondering what kind of metal was used in the construction of Chester’s If this place is as old as it seems, I’d think it’d have to be iron because I don’t think the ured out till recent times Well, recent in terms of how old this place is Then I wonder how old iron is Then I wonder if Ryodan and his dudes just spelled the whole ether Or ht it with them froe now that I killed Barrons and Ryodan Lor?

As if hts conjured him, I hear hiot so here"

I turn around to say suspiciously, "What do you mean by that?" but he’s not there by the tiined hiuilty conscience Then I decide if I really did hear hi to how Ryodan’s been looking for one, and he thinks Ryodan’s going to toastBecause, like, he doesn’t know Ryodan’s dead either