right," Gary conceded, reluctantly. "But where? And how?"
"Here, of course. As for how…" The voice broke off, and when I heard it next it had dropped to a barely audible whisper. "Someone's here."
Damn. For a moment I toyed with running for it, but that was stupid. I would have to 'fess up.
"Gary, hi! It's me."
Gary's head popped up from behind the posh carriage.
"What are you doing here?"
Truth or white lie?
Truth. "I got a phone call that upset me. I thought if I found you it would make me forget about it."
"You shouldn't have." He was unimpressed.
"You're right," I mumbled, ashamed of myself. The undercurrent of concern I'd felt at the conversation drove me to add, "Still. It sounds like you could use a hand."
Another face appeared in the shadows. Exotic, lean, dark-eyed, pale and grim, it was the face of, well, an undernourished and deeply unhappy undertaker.
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