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on the bedroom bureau. Maybe Vidocq will be able to tell me what this is. He’s an alchemist. Even if he doesn’t know what black milk is, maybe the box will be in one of his books.
    What was it Abbot was talking about at the meeting? The end of the world. Climate change. Charities. Blah blah. Then through the memory of the headache it comes to me: Wormwood. Something is up with them. Those Wormwood creeps I met a few months back hinted they had a branch office in Hell run by Norris Quay. He used to be the richest man in California, but he was dumb enough to follow me into Kill City. Now he’s the richest corpse.
    I go downstairs. Kasabian is still putting returned discs back in their cases. I go over and put a few in myself, but he takes them away when I mix up the DVDs and Blu-rays.
    As casually as I can I say, “How’s your view of Downtown these days?”
    He raises his eyes to me for a second, then goes back to putting away discs.
    â€œYou haven’t asked about Hell in a while. Since you went white collar, I thought you’d forgotten about the place.”
    â€œIt’s depressing not being able to see the place for myself.”
    â€œYou’re the only person who thinks it’s depressing they can’t see Hell. Why do you care all of a sudden?”
    â€œI met an angel tonight. Karael. He said that Heaven is fucked. If it is, that usually means Hell is double-fucked.”
    â€œThat’s a distinct possibility,” Kasabian says.
    â€œYou still have access to the Codex and the peeper I gave you?”
    The Daimonion Codex is basically Lucifer’s Boy Scout manual on running Hell. Once he let Kasabian look inside, he could sneak looks all over Hell. I gave Kas the peeper. It’s a magical eye you can look through and see remote places. Sort of Hellion security cams.
    He scratches his nose with a metal claw.
    â€œYour angel is right. Pandemonium is falling apart. Like Berlin after the blitz falling apart. Nothing works anymore but the sewers. The buildings are falling apart. Gangs of ex-Hellion soldiers and some of your less savory damned souls run protection and control everything from weapons to food. Basically, anyone who isn’t going Wild Bunch in the city is going batshit at Heaven’s gates. You said they’re supposed to be open, but I haven’t seen it.”
    â€œI know. Goddammit. I wish I could see into Heaven.”
    Kasabian raises an eyebrow.
    â€œYou never said that before.”
    â€œI never had a reason. If I knew Karael was telling the truth and angels were fighting each other, it would make it easier to believe him about other things.”
    â€œWhat do you care what some angel says? They’re all assholes.”
    â€œI met a couple of okay ones over the years. Not many. One or two. Karael gave me something. And he said no souls would get into Heaven as long as the war lasted.”
    â€œWhat did he give you?”
    â€œNo clue. I’m taking it to Vidocq tomorrow. Do you know much about Wormwood?”
    â€œOnly what you told me.”
    â€œHow about Norris Quay? Do you ever see him Downtown?”
    â€œNow, him I’ve seen,” Kasabian says. “He’s a real player in Pandemonium. Got himself protection. A nice setup in an office building. Norris is doing fine, making bank on everything that goes down.”
    â€œAny new souls hanging around with him?”
    â€œThey come and go. You know more Wormwood faces than I do. I just see creeps in tailored suits and limos with Hellion escorts.”
    I pick a DVD of David Cronenberg’s Frankenstein and Kasabian plucks it from my hand, slipping it into its case.
    â€œI need to get down there and see the place for myself.”
    â€œI need a week in Fiji with Brigitte Bardot, but that’s not going to happen either.”
    â€œYou’re right about that.”
    â€œI’m always right, but you won’t admit