"Two Steps?"

"That's the name they gave up. You know it?"

"I don't. But there are too many of them to keep track. TunFaire is like a dead dog and they're like flies."

"There was mention of Raisin's Bookshop."

Belinda frowned. In that light, doing that, she looked much older. "A bookstore?"

Carefully, I said, "Think back to when we met. That was one of the places."

She had been hard at work committing slow suicide in the worst dives TunFaire boasts. The Bookshop was one where I interfered with her self-destruction.

"I must've been all the way to the bottom. I don't remember it at all."

"It's bad news on wheels."

"Not part of the family enterprise?"

"It wasn't, then. I doubt there's been any reason for that to change."

"It's a place to start." She thumped the wood behind her head. "Marcus!"

A panel slid aside. A guard showed his face. "Ma'am?"

"How much longer?"

"A minute. Two, tops."

"Excellent." Of me, she asked, "Do you know a place called Fire and Ice on the north side?"

"No. I've been weaned off any such useful knowledge."

"You'll find it. Take the Grand Concourse north. Stay with it after it turns into an ordinary street. When you get close to Elf Town, ask. Somebody will know it."

"I'm going there because?"

"That's where Morley is. I don't want to move him till he can do it under his own power."

He was my pal. I ought to be all over this. But I wasn't sure I was getting the whole truth.

Belinda understood. "I'm not working you, Garrett. You take care of Morley. I'll take care of Tinnie. And her family if it's a trade dispute."

That hadn't occurred to me. There were magnates capable of such shady tactics.