Greenlaw Tewkes Barret gets a burr in his bonnet. Auren Han gets another ulcer.
Dance gets…well, he’s getting something.
It’s great. It’s fabulous, Auren. “I will take the Ring, though I do not know the way.”
You said you were going to see it got sent to Dance, through Pen and his circus people.
I don’t want you in this.
You worry too much. No one knows what I look like. I’m just this obscure dude, kind of an overgrown band geek–
Barret…you know. You know you’re too well known in Dance’s circles.
And in mine.
Your name is all over my life, and my fingerprints are all over you.
**chuckles** You were kind of rough last night.
We’re…we’re entwined at the data level. It’s my fault. It’s…it’s why…
It’s why you left me. I know.
I haven’t seen Harriet in three years. I’ll stay with her. She’s not famous. She’s just a person. I’ll send word through Pen. He’s got sense. It’ll be all right. Besides, your forensic geek is chasing Turner, now. He’ll find that bastard. He will.
He always gets his man, sort of like an OCD Mountie.
Auren, I’ll be all right.
The bad guys used to carry their guns in violin cases. Unlike good guys, right? They usually just carry violins.
The original version, with GJ’s pix