Trent turned to Doan. “But about this Morales, or Sebastian Rodriguez y Ruiz or whatever he calls himself. Why was he pretending to be a janitor?”
“I told you,” said Doan. “He’s a genius and genius is inscrutable.”
Melissa tugged at Trent’s arm. “Come on. I want to go see Heloise.”
“Good-by, forever,” said Doan. “What?” said Melissa.
“Carstairs and I have now taken our humble place among the faceless army of the unemployed and unwelcome. We have been fired.”
“Oh,” said Melissa. “But we want to say good-by to you—I mean, in a big way. Wait here until we get back. You can dance with some of these girls.”
Doan shivered. “Thank you,” he said, “Thanks a million. But no thanks.”
“Well, wait at Eric’s apartment, then.”
“It’s a deal,” said Doan. “That is, it’s a deal at the moment. But I’m
