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“And you’re all full of fear,” B said. “You’re all terrified, and he wants hearts filled<br />
with fear. Teyolia. The life force that feeds the gods and controls the universe. It’s<br />
stronger when you’re afraid.”<br />
Marla turned around in her chair and looked at him. She had almost forgotten B was<br />
there. Rondeau was trying to shush him, but Marla said, “Did you have another dream<br />
last night?”<br />
“Yeah,” he said. “I found a sybil to interpret it. I had to give her my autograph as<br />
payment, but I didn’t sign my real name. She said it didn’t matter, but I think she was<br />
disappointed.”<br />
He’d found a sybil. Just happened to find one. Maybe he really was more than a secondrate<br />
seer. “What are the sorcerers afraid of?” she asked.<br />
B didn’t hesitate. “The same thing you are. They’re afraid of losing control.”<br />
Marla didn’t react. It was a fair cop, but she didn’t need to let it show, especially not in<br />
front of Dalton.<br />
“Hey,” Dalton said. “Weren’t you in that bad sci-fi movie with Dolph Lundgren? You<br />
played his surly teenage son?”<br />
“That wasn’t me,” B said. “I think that was River Phoenix. But it’s okay. I get that a<br />
lot.”<br />
“River Phoenix is dead,” Dalton said, matter-of-factly. “He overdosed years and years<br />
ago.”<br />
“It’s a nasty way to go,” B said.<br />
“Not as nasty as having your heart scooped out by a crazed Aztec warrior-priest, and<br />
that’s true whether the world is real or a simulation.” Marla laced her fingers together in<br />
front of her. Finally, they might be able to get down to business. “What’s your plan of<br />
action, and how can I help? I’m a guest in your city, after all.”<br />
Dalton shook his head, as if astonished at her audacity. “I wouldn’t call you a guest,<br />
Mason. In fact, it’s probably best for everyone if you go back to your own city. Let us<br />
take care of things here. Mutex is more dangerous than we’d expected, but we’ll track<br />
him down. You have bigger problems. I’m sure you know you’ve already made a rather<br />
significant enemy. The ruler of Chinatown has put a price on your head. I don’t care—<br />
I’m as rich as I’ll ever need to be—but there are other people who might want to collect<br />
that reward.”<br />
“You’ll have to put me in touch with a good bookie,” Rondeau called, still apparently<br />
engrossed in shotgunning video-game aliens. “I might be able to get decent odds betting<br />
on Marla, since nobody in this town knows her. You know, back home, they won’t even<br />
take bets on the people who try to kill her? It’s a bummer. That used to be easy money.”