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jump up and run after me—wow! Priceless—almost worth the money.”
    “I’m so glad I contribute to the amusement around here. Makes me feel like my life is worthwhile.  Besides, where else would I work where the captain’s right hand turns out to be an overgrown juvie?”
    He grinned. “Nowhere else in Central City, for sure. So, how’d your day go?  Have a tough morning?”
    “Not any more than usual. You vanquish one daemon, you vanquish them all. How’s about here? Everything quiet?”
    His broad shoulders lifted in a shrug. “Same old, same old. Nothing much changes in the day to day routine.”
    My gaze flicked to the newspaper he held in one hand. The headline screamed out at me. I raised my eyes to his.
    “Another one?”
    “Yep.” He passed the paper to me. I took it and started reading. “This latest attack makes three women in the last two weeks.”
    I nodded absently, my concentration centered on the article. “Um-hm.”
    He jerked the paper out of my hand and rolled it into something resembling a baseball bat. “You can read later.” He smacked the rolled paper on the edge of my desk for emphasis. “Gilley wants to see you.”
    My eyes narrowed into slits. “Whatever it is, I didn’t do it.”
    He clucked his tongue against his cheek, crossed his arms.  “Such a positive attitude. Relax.”
    “Where Gilley’s concerned, I never relax.” I studied him a moment. “You know what it’s about, don’t you?”
    He shrugged. “Maybe.”
    I took a step toward him. “If you know, you’d better tell. Right now.”
    He laughed. “I can’t, you know I can’t. But it’s something you’ll like. I think.”
    I shrugged into my jacket and glared at him. “This had better be good. I have a ton of paperwork to complete, and—“
    “Oh, it’s good all right,” Danny chuckled. “Real good. Finger lickin’ good.”
    I crossed the room in two seconds flat, my fists curled into Danny’s lapels. I half-lifted him off the ground, no small order as he stood an inch or two taller and had about twenty pounds on me. “Don’t toy with me,” I growled. “If you know, you’d better tell.”
    “Hey, let go,” he swatted at my hands. “You’re wrinkling my two hundred dollar jacket.”
    “It’s not all I’ll wrinkle, unless you spill it,” I hissed. “What’s Gilley want?”
    “Well, I can’t be sure, but—“ he gasped as I released him and he took two steps backward. “I did hear your name and the word undercover mentioned in the same breath.”
    I stared at him. “You mean like…a spy? For what? Oh, Zeus!” My eyes fell on the paper, which now sat in a crumpled heap on the side of my desk. “Do you think it’s got anything to do with—“
    He tugged at the lapels of his jacket, smoothing out the creases my fingernails had etched. “Honest, I don’t know. The crystal ball’s been a bit cloudy lately.”
    I moved past him, jerked open the door. “Very funny.”
    “I didn’t mean it to be. Sorry, Champ, but there’s only one way for you to find out.”
    “I’m on my way. And if you really want to be nice, you could do me a favor and start my paperwork for me.”
    “Yeah, that’ll happen,” he snorted. “Give me a reason why I should.”
    “Because I didn’t kick your butt from here to DesMoine,” I flung over my shoulder, and slammed the door to block out the sound of his laughter as I headed for the stairs.
     
    I rapped on the wavy glass door with the name Clement Gilley, C aptain, PSI , etched in gold letters and heard a brisk, “Morgan. Come in, come in.”
    I entered and stood uncertainly for a moment. Gilley’s office reflected the man himself- utilitarian, yet full of class. He motioned to me and I crossed and took a seat in one of the two leather chairs in front of his desk as he flipped through some papers in a manila folder. He pushed the folder off to one side and propped his reading glasses on the edge of his beak-shaped nose.
    “That troll Zandor