I don't know why, but I called the number on the note.
"We have what you want. Meet us at noon tomorrow with the stuff, and no one gets hurt."
"What are you talking about?"
"We have your friend. Bring the stuff tomorrow."
"My friend's dead. You hit him with a throwing star."
There was some discussion going on in the background.
"Is your name Steve?"
"No, it's Mads."
"Mads? Holy shit. Mads Olafson."
I recognized the voice.
"Fred, what the hell are you doing?"
"Not much man. I got this gig working tech for--"
It cut off. I closed my phone. There was a knock at the door. I answered it. It was Juglass and the Ant Man, only now they were wearing long rain coats and cheap suits.
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