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affects her funny.”
    Candy’s a Jade, which is kind of like a vampire only worse. She’s trying to lay off the people eating, but dragging her up to a massacre pushed her over the edge and she fell off the wagon for a while.
    “I didn’t get the feeling she was in here to talk to me. She asked when you usually came in. I had to tell her you come and go and don’t keep regular hours.”
    Was Candy looking for me? It’s funny she’d come to Bamboo House. I’d thought about waiting out in the strip mall by Kinski’s clinic, but that felt more stalkerish than friendly.
    “I’m glad she’s feeling better.”
    “Is she why you’re hitting the red stuff?”
    “I’m drinking it because you have it. Do you know how rare Aqua Regia is? Rare isn’t even the word. It doesn’t exist anywhere outside of Hell. I’m going to have to thank Muninn the next time I see him.”
    “I don’t know that it comes from Muninn.”
    “Who sends it?”
    “I don’t know. A bottle just shows up every now and then. First time I found one by the door, I tasted it. It’s disgusting and you’re one sick little
pinche
for drinking it. And you drink too much of it.”
    “Sometimes it’s nice to know I’m not crazy. You know when you wake up and for a minute you don’t know where you are and aren’t sure if you’re awake or still dreaming? This reminds me what’s real. Who I am. Where I’ve been.How I got these scars. Living up here, sometimes I need that.”
    “It also gets you hammered fast.”
    “And it reminds me of … Never mind.”
    Carlos stabs a finger at me.
    “Say it. I’ve been waiting to hear you say something like that. Go ahead. Say it out loud so everyone can hear you. This poison that comes from Hell reminds you of home. That’s what was about to come out of your mouth, wasn’t it? Think about that for a minute. How fucked up that is.”
    “Excuse me. I’m sorry to interrupt. One of those men over there said that you were the gentleman they call Sandman Slim.”
    Carlos doesn’t miss a beat.
    “Now, why would a nice lady like you be looking for a bad man like that?”
    It’s so obvious even Carlos, the most unmagic über-civilian of all time, can see it. The woman isn’t Sub Rosa. She’s around fifty-five, but picked up a beauty allurement potion so she can tell people she’s thirty. She dressed up to come here. She’s wearing an expensive Hillary Clinton pantsuit, but it’s a little off. The symmetry isn’t quite right, but not in a way most civilians could see. It’s probably from an outlet mall and it’s brand-new.
    “He’s not Sandman Slim?”
    “I didn’t say that.”
    Carlos points to one of the bar stools. The woman sits.
    “Would you like some coffee?”
    She has dark, pretty gray eyes. Her pupils are pinpoints. This bar isn’t where she wants to be.
    I push the tamales and rice away. After Ziggy’s anger, being jolted by her fear has ruined my appetite. I half turn and do a quick scan of the faces in the room. It’s ninety-nine percent Sub Rosa, with a few civilian hangers-on and groupies. If she found me here, she must have asked questions in places she wouldn’t normally go. And when she finally heard about Bamboo House of Dolls, people would have told her what happens to strangers who come here to bug me. But she did it anyway.
    Good for her.
    “Call me Stark. No one calls me that other name.”
    “I’m sorry. It’s the only one I knew.”
    “No problem. Why are you looking for me?”
    She takes a picture from her purse and sets it in front of me. It’s a young man, about my age when I went Downtown. He’s broad across the shoulders, like a football player. He has her eyes.
    “This is my son. His name is Aki. It’s Finnish, like his father.”
    “He’s a nice-looking kid. But I don’t know him, if that’s why you’re here.”
    “You don’t know him, but he knows you. Your kind, I mean. He’s Sub Rosa, just like my husband’s family. Eighteen years ago we