Sliced Bread 2: The Greatest Thing Since Sliced Bread

One of Greyghost's informants called me today, and said, "Who's the blonde bitch?"

"What blonde bitch?"

"She come around yesterday asking me about. You know. About Mr. Grey. Said she's a reporter."

"I think that's what she is," I said. "From the Moon."

"I told her to eff off. You want to know if she comes back?"

"Yeah. Listen, if she does come back, don't tell her anything, but don't give her too much of a hard time either; you don't want her to remember you. And for Christ's sake don't lie to her; if she catches you in a lie she's got you."

"What's this worth?"

"Standard," I told him, and we signed off.

So she really is going after Greyghost. Not that I thought he and Cruickshank were lying, or anything. Well, if she's trying to come at him through the informants he's totally safe; they don't know a damn thing that can hurt him. But still.

I don't know what to do.