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I smiled regretfully at Marilyn.
    “Sorry, dear. I already have a client. I’m spoken for.”
    “I’m sure Mr. Hughes can match any offer…”
    “It isn’t the money. I gave my word.”
    “Oh. Are you sure … I couldn’t do anything to persuade you?”
    She took a deep breath, and her breasts seemed to surge towards me. I was finding it hard to breath “I’m probably going to hate myself in the morning,” I said finally, “but I have to say no. My services are for sale, but I’m not.”
    She pouted at me with her luscious mouth. “Everyone has their price, darling. We just haven’t found yours yet.”
    “I’m always loyal to my client,” I said. “It’s all the honor I have left.”
    “Honor,” said Marilyn, wrinkling her nose again. “See how far that gets you, in the Nightside. See you again, sugar. Boop boop de boop.”
    She blew me a kiss, turned elegantly on her left high heel, and strode off down the alley. Her shoes made no sound on the cobbles. She walked in glamour, still in her own spotlight, like the star she was. I watched her disappear back into the neon noir of the city streets, and only then looked down at the envelope in my hand. My first impulse was to tear it up, but wiser thoughts prevailed, and I put it carefully in my inside coat pocket. You never knew when a check with Howard Hughes’s signature on it might come in handy.
    I looked around for a dark doorway. They tended to come and go, but you could always rely on a few, this close to Strangefellows. I walked over to the nearest, kicked a few hands aside, and sat down cross-legged. No-one would disturb me here, and I had work to do. If one major player already knew I was on the trail of the Unholy Grail, then it was a safe bet everyone knew. Or at least, everyone that mattered. They’d all be looking for me, and the people they’d send wouldn’t all be as pleasant and polite as Marilyn. This was the kind of treasure hunt that started serious turf wars. And the last thing I needed was the Authorities getting involved. No, I needed to get my hands on the Unholy Grail as quickly as possible, and that meant using my gift. I’m always reluctant to do that, because when I use my special talent, my mind blazes like a beacon in the darkness of the Nightside, signaling to all my enemies exactly where I am. But it’s my gift that makes me what I am, that enables me to be so very good at what I do.
    My gift. I can find anything, or anyone. No matter how well hidden they are.
    So I sat there in the deep dark shadows, my back pressed against the wall, breathed deeply, and close my eyes, concentrating. And opened the eye deep in my mind; my third eye, my private eye. Energies swirled within me, rough and roaring, then flowed out of me, rushing off in all directions, lighting up the night so I could See everything. The thunder of a million voices descended upon me, not all of them in any way human, and I had to struggle to focus, to narrow my vision to the one thing I was searching for. The bedlam died away, and already I could begin to sense a direction, and the beginnings of distance. And then Something reached down out of the over-world, snatched my mind right out of my body, and bore it away. There was a sensation that might have been flying or falling, as the alley and the material world disappeared. And I was somewhere else.
    This time, it was my turn to stand in the spotlight. A light stabbed down from somewhere above me, brilliant and blinding, holding me in place like a bug transfixed on a pin. I felt horribly naked and exposed, as though the light showed up everything inside me, the good and the bad. All around me there was only darkness, a deep concealing darkness, and somehow I could tell it was there to protect me, because I was not worthy or strong enough to see what lay beyond my small pool of light. But I could sense that I was not alone, that to either side of me there were vast and powerful presences, two great armies