She shakes her head.
“No. But don’t you think it’s just a little cool?”
“I’m not sure if I’d say cool. More like you’ve confirmed all my worst fears.”
“Don’t worry. It says some nice things too. They know how you saved the world and things.”
“They just don’t know why and don’t trust me that I’m not doing it for some nefarious reasons all my own.”
“Yeah,” she says. “Something like that.”
Thank you, Marshal Wells.
“Do we have any food around here?”
“I got burritos on the way home. Yours is in the fridge.”
“You are a goddess.”
“I know.”
While the burrito heats up in the microwave, I get out my phone and call Vidocq.
“Bonjour, James. How are you today?”
“Up to my eyeballs in Nazis and burritos. I had a quick question for you.”
“And what is that?”
“Death is awake, walking around. Want to come over and meet him while he’s conscious?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
“Get over here ASAP.”
I sit down next to Candy again.
“What does Julie have you looking for?”
“Where the White Light Legion used to hang out, and places they might have used as a base of operations.”
“Sounds exciting.”
“Shut up and eat your burrito.”
“If you get bored, you want to do something for me?”
“What?”
“See what you can find on Tamerlan Radescu.”
“The Dead Head?”
“That’s the one.”
“What do you want to know?”
“I’m not sure. Just general background stuff for now. Who he hangs out with. Where he came from. Is he just a snappy dresser or is he into anything shady?”