"I thought that you had the only key that could allow them into this world."
"That's where it all falls apart. Except for Lucifer, no one can get out of Hell without the key, and I still have it."
Vidocq sips his coffee and makes a face. "The shit you people drink." He slips a flask out of his coat and pours a good portion of the contents into the cup. The next sip of coffee makes him smile. "It sounds as if you need to find those little Nazi boys and make them tell you where they get their toys."
"That's the second thing I need to do. The first is getting into Mason's place. Want to come along?"
"Breaking and entering? Now you are my friend again. I will show you how a good thief earns his daily bread."
"Sorry, man. There's no actual house to break into. It's just a basement, and that's buried under tons of dirt. But we can get in through the room."
Vidocq shakes his head. "You use guns when you should use magic and you use magic when you should let an old man pick a lock for you. You are a mixed-up boy, Monsieur Butler."
"Please don't say my name."
He holds up a hand by way of apology and reaches into his coat pocket. "Take this."
"What is it?"
"Someone you should meet. Dr. Kinski. He is an interesting man, and used to dealing with people of our kind. You shouldn't walk around with those bullets in your belly. The lead is bad for you."
"Thanks," I say, and put the number in my pocket. "I'll give him a call."
"So, when are you we paying a visit to your friend Mason?"
"Tonight. Late. I don't want anyone seeing us. We'll use the key to get in, but I want a car there, too, in case things get weird."
"Now you are thinking like a thief. Fewer guns and more exits. We'll cure your cowboy ways yet."
He doesn't notice that I ditch the bag of shirts under the table when we leave.
"HI. I'M CALLING for Dr. Kinski. I want to make an appointment."
"I'm sorry," says a soft female voice on the other end of the phone. "Dr. Kinski isn't accepting any new patients right now."
"I'm a friend of Vidocq's. He gave me this number."
"You're Eugene's friend? The traveler? How is it to be back in one place?"
"Unsettling."
"A rambling man. How romantic. Did you get what you wanted out of your trip?"
"If by 'get what you wanted' you mean a bunch of bullets, then, yeah, I hit the jackpot."
"Were they big bullets?"
"Big enough that I noticed."
"If it's an emergency, I might get the doc to look at you today."
"Tomorrow'll be fine."
"Love a man who'll bleed just to make a point."
"What's your name?"
"Candy. What's yours?"