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Green Bay at midnight. All the style of something you’d find on the bottom of your shoe, with none of the beauty. The Gilbert Brown Memorial Bird Feeder wasn’t too hard to find. I just looked for something that looked like a giant mouth, and there it was.

I saw the man called Hass standing by the Feeder, but his gang was nowhere to be seen. I was impressed: it seemed hard to hide anyone around such a flat unoccupied area, but he seemed to have pulled it off. Having nothing to lose, I walked towards the Feeder.

“Where are your muscle boys, junior?” I asked. “I’m not about to believe you trust me enough to come alone.”

He looked up for the first time, and I could see worry in his eyes. “They’re gone,” he growled into the middle distance. “All of them. Chad first, then Reggie and finally Norm.”

“Disappeared?” I sneered. “A very convenient description.” Young Hass was starting to look like a very suspicious man.

“Yes, disappeared,” he snarled back. “Traded, cut, retired, not tendered the minimum offer. Call it what you like, they’re gone, just like that.” He suddenly seized my arm and looked right at me. It’s a risky part of this business, trying to guess whether someone’s really in a jam or just faking for sympathy, but the boy’s face was advertising sheer terror in bright neon. This surely wasn’t an act: he’d been dealing his bravado across the table to me all night, but someone out there had loused up his hand and he knew he was out of winning cards.

“I’m next, I know it,” he said, his voice starting to break. “We did what we were told but they’re not satisfied. They’re out to get us all.”

I wasn’t interested in being held that tight by someone without a dress and a free weekend coming up, so I grabbed him back and shook him hard. “Who? Who’s the mastermind?”

“I can’t tell you! I just … can’t. Don’t you know how big this whole thing is?” he whimpered.

“Listen, kid, either you work with me or you walk alone. We hang together or we hang separately. It’s time to face the music and dance. Understand?”

He shook himself free of my grip, took a deep breath, and looked me up and down. “That’s gotta be the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard,” he said. “I ain’t telling you anything — you’re nuts!”

I was getting real tired of these people.