Truth. Justice. Minesweeper.

Wednesday, February 23, 2005

Last night as I was riding the elevator back up to the apartment, it stopped between floors, and the lights went out.

Then the doors were wrenched open, and someone hauled me out onto the seventh floor and into a nearby maintenance closet.

Whoever it was put his mouth right next to my ear and said, "What have you been up to?"

"I'm not saying anything like this," I said. "Who are you?"

A light came on. It was One-Eyed Jack. "Claudia Calhoun was investigating Greyghost. Now she's dead. Tell me everything you know."

"Like hell. What is the matter with you? Ask Greyghost yourself." I tried to elbow him away from me.

"I'm investigating Greyghost."

For God's sake. "Well, knock it off. Do you really think he did it?"

He didn't answer.

"Then you're an idiot. He's not a killer, and you should know that as well as I do."

"He's not like us, Dennis," One-Eyed Jack said. "He has super-powers. You can't trust him, not completely. The powers change them."

"Oh, whatever," I said. "I thought you were his friend."

"I am. Up to a point. But I have to find out if he killed that woman and you have to help me."

"Okay. He didn't do it. How's that for help?"

He let go of me. "You know, Dennis, it's better to be smart than it is to be loyal."

I hear that. "If anything starts to bug me about this, I'll tell you. All right?"

"Just don't hesitate. Because if Greyghost is worried about protecting his secrets, you're in danger too."

I waved him off. But then I couldn't get to sleep last night.
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