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phone. I listened to him for a few more seconds before responding. “Are you sure you don’t have time to talk right now?” I asked softly, eyeing a Kinko’s just down the street, mind already formulating a sinister plan. Gunnar watched me warily, recognizing the familiar tone I had used, and knowing that the only safe response would have been to comply with my request. He had been on the receiving end of that tone one too many times.
    But the person on the phone didn’t know me well enough to realize that.
    “I shouldn’t even be talking to you at all! Fine. Give me a few hours. I need to clear up a few things first.” The phone muffled and I heard a female complaining in the background.
    “I guess that will have to work. Unless you… clear a few things up earlier than expected. If so, I’ll be waiting.” He grunted noncommittally and hung up.
    I opened the door and stepped outside. “I’ll be right back.” I told them. Indie darted out of the car to join me with a curious frown. Rather than arguing, I figured the safest place for her was in my sight. I reached out and held her hand as we walked through the frigid streets. “Isn’t that Tomas’ apartment?” She asked, pointing a thumb over her shoulder. “The dragon hunter you ran into a year ago?”
    I nodded, smirking lightly.
    “Why don’t we just head up there and talk to him real quick? That was him on the phone, right?”
    I smiled at her, nodding. “Because he wouldn’t be focused. At this point I think he would tell us anything to get us out of his hair.” She frowned. “He’s got a girl up there. I think they are going out for dinner.” She rolled her eyes in understanding.
    “Men. One whiff of ‘tang and they’re off like a rocket. No loyalty.”
    I chuckled. “It’s in our DNA, and written in our Man Bible. We all must abide by it.” I answered solemnly.
    “Right.” She rolled her eyes. “Makes you very predictable.” She squeezed my palm.
    I turned my head and noticed her cheeks were rosy from the cold. Snowflakes dotted her hair like ornaments, and her lips were a deep red shade like frozen raspberries. “We’ll talk about predictable after you see my plan. I’ve been waiting a long time for something like this. The opportunity doesn’t come up as often as you’d think.”
    I opened the door to the store and Indie studied me thoughtfully before entering first. I followed her and approached the register. “Good evening. I need you to do me a favor. I need some prints made.” I addressed a matronly woman behind the counter with a dazzling array of badges and flair on her company vest. Her nametag read Nadine and she instantly noticed the smell suddenly permeating the room, but she didn’t say anything about it. I handed her a flash drive I had swiped from my satchel, courtesy of Othello. I had held onto it for months, waiting for the perfect opportunity.
    “Of course. How many would you two like?”
    “Oh, quite a few. A hundred should suffice. You can pick your favorites.” I told her. Indie managed to keep a straight face, even though she had no idea what I was doing.
    “Well, that will take about an hour. Is that a problem?” She plugged in the flash drive as I answered, clicking buttons to get to the files. They were the only ones on the drive. It wouldn’t take long for her to see them.
    “No. But try to make it sooner. We can wait. We’re parked just down the street. We’ll also need a roll of packing tape and scissors.”
    She frowned. “Okay. Give me your number and I’ll call you when it’s all ready.” Her frown was deepening at the items on the flash drive as the thumbnails pulled up on her screen. She glanced up at Indie thoughtfully, and then frowned. I barely managed to keep my face still.
    “It’s for a prank. Bachelor party. Boys …” Indie murmured, rolling her eyes in a what do you do , gesture. She deserved a Tony Award .
    “O…Okay.” Nadine finally responded.
    “Perfect.” I