"Eugene said you had a mouth on you."
"Look, thanks for what you did back there, but what do you want? I'm expecting to see a hospital or a clinic and I walk into a peepshow booth full of stuff that fell off a garbage truck."
He chuckles. "Yeah, sometimes I think we might take the humble-healer thing too far."
"Is Allegra going to be all right?"
"She'll be fine. Her head's probably going to hurt for a day or two. It's not the injury, it's just something that happens to civilians when you blast their bones back together like that."
"It's my fault she's hurt."
"I assumed that. Eugene said there were some ugly people looking for you. Guess they found her instead."
"I'm going to find them. And no one's going to blast their bones back together."
"You take care of that girl in there first. You might be hell on two legs, but she needs taking care of. Throw a sheltering spell on her. Get Eugene to give her some protection charms."
"I should have done that when I first moved into the store."
"You fucked up. So fix it. Here."
He pulls a pencil-size piece of lead from his side pocket and puts it in my hand.
"Now you don't have any excuse. You can draw the circle and do any spell you want."
"I haven't done that kind of magic in a long time."
"What kind of magic have you been doing?"
"Killing things, mostly."
"That'll make you friends. Try a shielding spell later. Maybe having the lead in your hand will trigger some muscle memory and it'll come back to you. If you can't make it work, call me. I'll talk you through it."
"Okay."
"You should call me anyway. Let me take those bullets out of you. Five, isn't it? Maybe they won't kill you, but they can still cause an infection."
"If they do, you can just fix me with your rocks."
"Rocks? Oh. Those. No. Those are glass."
"I've never even heard of glass like that."
"That doesn't surprise me. Those are some of the rarest objects in existence. I don't suppose you'd let me take those slugs out tonight?"
"No thanks. Maybe when I'm done."
"That's what I figured."
Kinski flicks the remains of his cigarette out into the dark lot and looks at his watch. "Your young lady is probably back on her feet by now."
"What do I owe you?"
Kinski shakes his head. "We'll settle up when you let me take out those bullets. And listen: Candy gets kind of pissy when unexpected calls come late at night. Her people get twitchy after dark. But she gets over it. You have any problems, you need anything and Eugene can't help, you call me."
"You don't even know me. Why would you do that?"
"I was young and reckless and stupid once, too. Maybe between Eugene and me, we can keep you alive long enough to wise up."