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Dempsey’s gym, what’s
that?”
    “Just the gym a lot of boxers work out
at.”
    “This Titan is a boxer?”
    “That’s right. He lasted almost ten rounds
against Stone a while back.”
    “Did she say why she wanted to see him all
of a sudden?”
    “No,” Fixx said. “But like I said, they are
old friends.”
    “You said you took her there. Did you stick
around, see what they talked about?”
    “They went down the hallway, but I stuck
around to watch the boxers working out, and then they come back and
say to me ‘hey you know Stone right?’”
    “Why would they ask you that?”
    “ They wanted to know what
is going to happen to him, with the charges he’s facing and
all.”
    “Why would they care?”
    “I don’t know, but I told them he’s probably
looking at a hundred years easy. Then they asked me if he’s allowed
to have visitors.”
    “What’d you tell them?”
    “I said I didn’t know anyone who would want
to visit Stone, but I think he’s allowed to have visitors –
yeah.”
    “Is there a phone around here?” Tom
asked.
    “In the lobby,” Fixx said.
    “I’d like to see a shirt on you when I come
back.”
    Tom went down to the lobby, called the
station and asked to be transferred to the jail. When the jail
answered he asked them to check the visitor log and see if Stone
had any visitors the last couple of days. He was told a golem had
come to see him. Titan had used a fake name, but one of the
jailers, a boxing fan, recognized him.
    Tom went back to Fixx’s room, wondering what
message Pandora had passed on to Stone.
    “ How about you buy me
lunch since it’s almost lunch time,” Fixx said when Tom stepped
back in the room.
    The realization that it was lunch time
struck Tom like a lightning bolt. “That’s it,” he said realizing
what Pandora was up to just before he grabbed hold of Fixx and
jerked him up onto his feet. “Let’s go,” he shouted, dragging Fixx
toward the door with just his one shoe on.
    “Not really in that big a hurry,” Fixx said
as Tom flung open the door.
    He let go of Fixx then, until Fixx went to
go back for his hat, so Tom grabbed him again and starting dragging
him down the hallway. Fixx could not have weighed more than a
hundred and ten pounds and Tom mostly dragged him behind him down
the stairs.
    “What’s the hurry?” Fixx shouted as his feet
bounced off every step.
    “It’s almost lunch time,” Tom explained as
they reached the hotel lobby where he helped Fixx get back on his
feet. “When we get to the TCPD building,” he said shoving him
toward the hotel entrance and throwing the troll his pass key back.
“I want you to run upstairs and pull the fire alarm right by the
booking desk.”
    They ran out the doors and on the sidewalk,
Tom pointed at his car and told Fixx to get in as he hurried to the
driver’s side.
    “Why do you want me to pull the fire alarm?”
Fixx asked as Tom started the car and then floored the gas pedal.
“And what’s this all go to do with lunch?”
    “The fire alarm will cause people to step
out their offices and head for the hallways.”
    “Why don’t you pull the fire alarm? Fixx
asked. “Some cop might shoot me.”
    Tom thought about that as he honked at the
cars and carriages entering the intersection just ahead of him and
wended his way through them as they moved out of his way. Some
eager constable might actually shoot Fixx if he ran in the TCPD
building and pulled the fire alarm.
    “Tell ‘em Inspector Flynn ordered you to and
then start yelling for people to get away from the north
walls.”
    “Why?”
    “Because a wrecking ball’s going to come
through it just after noon time unless we can stop it.”
    “Oh,” Fixx said. “I think I see what’s going
on.”
    “Do this right and you might just be in the
papers again,” Tom told him.
    “What about a reward?”
    “I’ll see what I can do.”
    He sped down the street toward the next
intersection and turned. The next corner was Mulberry