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from the King in Red—one of them will kill you. Or they won’t. They’ll make you beg for death, and hold it back.”
    “I know I’m playing a dangerous game.”
    “You can’t imagine how dangerous.”
    “What do you think will happen to this woman if I tell them about her? Some Wardens will hunt her down, lock her in a cell, and tear her mind to shreds.”
    “Isn’t that the point? She’s a poisoner.”
    “I don’t think so.”
    “That’s a huge comfort, you having so much experience with this sort of thing.”
    “She moved like a cliff runner. She was telling the truth about that.”
    Teo dumped two spoons of sugar in her coffee and stirred. “So she’s a suicidal thrill-seeker who can evade our security. Sounds like an upstanding citizen.”
    “Upstanding, maybe not. But I don’t think she’s a terrorist.”
    Teo rolled her eyes. “You think she’s cute.”
    “I think she stumbled into the middle of something way too big for her. I empathize.”
    “And you think she’s cute.”
    The bell over Muerte’s door rang six times to herald the arrival of a small pack of bankers, broad-shouldered men whose over-muscled arms strained against their jacket sleeves. Their hair spiked up from their skulls, and all their vowels converged to a dull schwa. As the bankers ordered triple espressos, Caleb changed the subject: “Tell me about Sam.”
    Teo frowned, but knew better than to talk sensitive business in a crowded room. “It’s a new thing.” She stirred her coffee again, though the sugar was already dissolved. “She’s impulsive, smart, impractical. My type.”
    “Actor?”
    “Painter.”
    “That’s a change.”
    “Not all blondes are actors,” Teo said.
    “Most of them are, around here.”
    “The theaters think blondes are hot. I don’t make the public taste, even if I happen to agree with it.”
    “Always with the foreign devils. Whatever happened to finding a nice Quechal girl and settling down?”
    “You sound like my grandmother: ’Teotihual, if you must be an altar maid, at least stay within the pale of your own kind!’”
    Caleb stifled a laugh. “She still says ’altar maid’ for women who like other women?”
    “What do you expect from the older generation? Sensitivity training?”
    “Pretty offensive, though.”
    “Toothless. No one comes hunting for sacrifices these days.”
    “Not too clear what ’pale’ means, either, sounds like.”
    “Give her a break. Low Quechal’s her first language; she only speaks Kathic with me and my brothers because our Quechal’s so bad.”
    The bell over the door rang again, and a wave of hot air ushered the bankers out. Through the window, Caleb watched them saunter into the pyramid next door. The air above the street shivered. He thought about thirst.
    “You won’t tell Tollan about this girl,” Teo said after the door swung shut.
    “Mal.”
    “About Mal.”
    “Correct.”
    “What will you do, then?”
    “I told you about her.”
    “I mean what will you do next.”
    He sipped his coffee. Teo’s eyes narrowed.
    “You told me because you’re about to do something stupid, but you don’t know how stupid. You trust me to stop you from going too far.”
    The coffee tasted like black, dense earth, and burned his throat on the way down.
    “I’m not your conscience, Caleb.”
    “I’m not asking you to be. I just want to talk things through. And I want someone to know what I’m up to, in case it all goes wrong.”
    “You have a plan.”
    “I do.”
    “Tell me.”
    “I want to find her. That’s the only way to know I’m right. Find her and learn who she is, what she saw.”
    “No.”
    “It’s not that bad an idea.”
    “It’s not even possible, that’s how bad an idea it is. You’ve seen her once, and you might know part of her first name. Do you have any idea how many people live in the greater DL metro area?”
    “Seventeen million, give or take a few hundred thou.”
    “And how many of them have names that