On top of it I had what was probably a feline hair on a dead vampire, which set the Sect and People on a collision course.
I pictured two colossi running at each other across the city, like monstrosities from an antique horror movie, and myself, a gnat in the middle.
It would be a bloodbath, which most of the city wouldn't survive. So the trick wasn't to survive it, but to keep it from happening.
In my daydream the gnat kicked one colossus in the groin and hit the other with a vicious uppercut.
I tried the phone again. It still didn't work. I cursed and went to dress.
An hour later I slipped into Greg's office. Nobody challenged me. Nobody glared and asked me why the hell the case was not solved or why I was so late arriving. The lack of drama was very disappointing.
I sifted through Greg's data. The cabinets contained no files marked "Corwin," but in the last cabinet I found a
