Hangman caught up with me not long after. I was just sitting there in the middle of the street watching the tidewaters of humanity flow past. My tail lashed. Because of the war stripes on my face, or perhaps (I thought) because I had a dangerous, nothing-left-to-lose gleam in my eye, passing streeters and glitterfolk alike left me strictly alone. Desperate father. Do not provoke.
Desperate father. Do not provoke.Hangman as usual said nothing, just stood there beside me while I composed myself and caught my breath. Suddenly I wished I’d spent the money for a more versatile computer in the Tech-Tack-Toe; then I might have tracked Jeffy by his transmitter’s signal. But I’d never needed to track anyone before. How could I have known I’d need to tonight?
Hindsight is a terrible thing.
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