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over the world, or something, I forget what. Crazy idea, but it might work. I’ll be<br />
irredeemably dead by then, though.”<br />
“He ingested a Cornerstone?” Finch said, and from his voice, Marla couldn’t tell if he<br />
was horrified or impressed.<br />
Marla nodded. “Yeah, Ballard was a prick, but it’s not like the Cornerstone was doing<br />
any good under the British Museum before he got hold of it.”<br />
“No, but it wasn’t doing any harm, either, which is just as important. How do I know<br />
you don’t want it for…something horrible? I had another visitor some weeks ago, who<br />
wanted to use the Cornerstone for his own ends, and I turned him down, too—don’t take<br />
it personally. You aren’t as clearly insane as that man was, but still, I’m hesitant. Why<br />
should I trust you?”<br />
“This crazy guy,” Marla said, sensing the edge of a hunch. “Was he an older man,<br />
carrying a cane and wearing an old-fashioned beaver hat?”<br />
Finch frowned. “Very much no. He was young, and he wore snakeskin underwear.”<br />
Crap. So much for hunches. “Got him down to his underwear, did you?” She grinned.<br />
“Hardly. He didn’t wear anything else, except for an odd cape.”<br />
“Really.” That sounded like the same person who’d been seen arguing with Lao Tsung.<br />
“What was his name?”<br />
“It was something improbable….” Finch looked up at the ceiling for a moment. “Mutex.<br />
He called himself Mutex.”<br />
“Sounds like the name of a third-string super-villain.”<br />
“I expressed a similar opinion. He assured me it was a very old family name. He’s<br />
Central American, I think. Why do you care about him?”<br />
“The guy in Chinatown told me Lao Tsung was seen arguing with a guy in underwear<br />
and a cape, and if that same guy was here asking you about the Cornerstone, it’s<br />
reasonable to assume he was asking Lao Tsung about the same thing—”<br />
“I am aware of the connection, Marla, and we are investigating. This Mutex came to me<br />
first. When I rebuffed him, I suppose he somehow discovered Lao Tsung was the<br />
keeper of the Cornerstone, and went to him. It’s possible he was somehow involved in<br />
Lao Tsung’s death. As I said, we’re looking into it. There’s no need for you to involve<br />
yourself in our civic affairs. We’ve dealt with rogue sorcerers and inspired lunatics<br />
before. This Mutex, if he’s more than a simple madman, will be dealt with as well.”<br />
Marla gritted her teeth. She didn’t trust these people to wipe their own asses, let alone<br />
avenge her friend, but she knew that wasn’t a rational reaction. She just liked taking<br />
care of things herself. She found delegation difficult. “You’re right. It’s not my place, or<br />
my business, and I don’t intend to get involved. I just want to protect my city—that’s