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kill me. But for the moment, I was too mad to care.
    The Nightside spread out below me, naked to my Sight, and I looked down upon it like an angry god. Streets and squares and places within places, with people and things not at all people coming and going. Bars and clubs and more private establishments flashed past beneath my searching inner eye, houses and warehouses and lock-ups and dungeons, and no sign of Cathy anywhere. The Fae sparked briefly in the shadows, and the Awful Folk moved unhurriedly on their unguessable missions, invisible to the material world. I could feel Cathy's presence now, all alone somewhere in the night, but I couldn't seem to pin her down. I concentrated till my head ached, but finally I was forced to settle for a general location. Something or someone was blocking my gift, obscuring my Sight, and that was a new thing to me. I shut down my gift, and carefully re-established my mental shields. You can't have an open mind in the Nightside. You never know what might walk in.
    "She's somewhere near the Necropolis," I said. "But I can't be more specific than that."
    Suzie raised an eyebrow. "That's… unusual."
    I nodded shortly. "Stands to reason Walker wouldn't chose just anybody to hide Cathy from me."
    "But Walker knows about your gift," said Alex. "He must know you'll come looking for her. It has to be a trap."
    "Of course it's a trap," I said. "But I've been walking in and out of traps all my life. So, first Suzie and I will rescue Cathy, after making it clear to her kidnappers that getting involved in my business was a really bad idea, then… I will go walking up and down in the Nightside, and raise an army big enough to give even Walker nightmares."
    "One thing first," said Suzie.
    "Yes?" I said.
    "Do up your flies, Taylor."

Two
    And Dead Men Rise Up Never

    G etting out of Strangefellows wasn't going to be easy. Knowing Walker, it was a safe bet that all of the bar's known and suspected exits were being watched by his people, heavily armed with guns, bombs, and spells of mass destruction. It was what I would have done. I said as much to Alex Morrisey, and he scowled even more fiercely than usual.
    "I know I'm going to regret this," he said heavily, "but there is one way out of this bar I can guarantee Walker doesn't know about. Because no-one does, except me. My family have run this place for generations, and given the weird shit and appalling trouble Strangefellows tends to attract, we've always appreciated the need for a swift, sudden, and surreptitious exit. So we've carefully maintained a centuries-old hidden exit, for use by us in the direst of emergencies, when it's all gone to Hell in a handcart. Understand me, Taylor—the only reason I'm prepared to reveal it to you now is because I don't want Walker's people crashing back in here looking for you, wrecking the place again. The quicker you're out of here, the sooner we can all breathe easily."
    "Understood, Alex," I said. "This isn't about friendship. It's just business."
    "Damn right," said Alex. He beckoned for Suzie and me to join him behind the bar. "I wouldn't want people to get the idea that I was going soft. That I could be taken advantage of."
    "Perish the thought," I said.
    "There is… one small drawback," said Alex.
    "I knew it," Suzie said immediately. "I knew there had to be a catch. We don't have to go out through the sewers, do we? I'm really not in the mood to wrestle alligators again."
    "Even worse," said Alex. "We have to go down into the cellars."
    Suzie and I both stopped short and looked at each other. Strangefellows's cellars were infamous even in the Nightside; they were so dangerous and generally disturbing that most sane and sensible people wouldn't enter them voluntarily without the holy hand grenade of St. Antioch in one hand and a tactical nuke in the other. Merlin Satanspawn was buried in the cellars, and he really didn't care for visitors. Alex was the only one who went down there on a regular basis, and