Despite having a shack in Under Town, Jock preferred the outdoor life. He'd always been the same. Even as a kid, he used to creep out at night to sleep under the stars. Apparently, the stars had names, but there were too many for him ever to want to remember any of them. The park was Jock's home, and he was damned if he was going to be thrown out by some rich guys who were high on PCP or whatever it was they were taking. He had his club, which looked like a miniature baseball bat, and was easy to tuck into his waistband, so he was ready for them this time. No matter how strong they thought they were, a club in the head would see them right. Yet, as Jock witnessed the beginning of the fight between Erzsebet and Lucius, he lost his nerve. Erzsebet was a female, and, PCP or not, she shouldn

