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Bam! Bam! Bam!
It sounded like someone was knocking with a sledgehammer. I rolled over and cracked a bloodshot
eye. I couldn't see a figure through the window, but that wasn't surprising. I could barely make out the
lettering on the grimy glass:
GARRETT
INVESTIGATOR
CONFIDENTIAL AGENT
I had blown my wad buying the glass and wound up being my own painter.
The window was as dirty as last week's dishwater, but not filthy enough to block out the piercing
morning light. The damned sun wasn't up yet! And I'd been out till the second watch barhopping
while I followed a guy who might lead me to a guy who might know where I could find a guy. All this
led to was a pounding headache.
"Go away!" I growled. "Not available."
Bam! Bam! Bam!
"Go to hell away!" I yelled. It left my head feeling like an egg that had just bounced off the edge of a
frying pan. I wondered if I ought to feel the back to see if the yolk was leaking, but it seemed like too
much work. I'd just go ahead and die.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
I have a little trouble with my temper, especially when I have a hangover. I was halfway to the door
with two feet of lead-weighted truncheon before sense penetrated the scrambled yolk.
When they are that insistent, it's somebody from up the hill with a summons to do work too sticky to
lay on their own boys. Or it's somebody from down the hill with the word that you're stepping on the
wrong toes.
In the latter case the truncheon might be useful.
I yanked the door open.
For a moment I didn't see the woman. She barely came up to my chest. I eyeballed the three guys
behind her. They were lugging enough steel to outfit their own army, but I wouldn't have been shy
about wading in. Two of them were about fifteen years old and the other was about a hundred and
five.
"We're invaded by dwarfs," I moaned. None of them was taller than the woman.
"Are you Garrett?" She looked disappointed in what she saw.
"No. Two doors down. Good-bye." Slam! Two doors down was a night-working ratman who made a
hobby of getting on my nerves. I figured it was his turn in the barrel.
I stumbled toward bed with the vague suspicion that I had seen those people before.

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