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“I went to Bamboo House of Dolls. Carlos gave me a plate.”

“Did you leave any for me?”

“You don’t get to eat yet. Julie wants you to call her.”

“Am I in trouble?”

“When aren’t you?”

“Did you tell her the car was dented?”

“I did.”

“And?”

“She wasn’t happy, but at least you hadn’t totaled it.”

I go into the kitchen, where the rest of the tamales are on the table, wrapped in foil. The hotel keeps garage-­sale-­grade plates and forks in the cupboards. I grab a plate, pile on a ­couple of tamales, and go back to the living room. Candy has turned down the sound on the show. When I set my plate on the table, Candy pushes it away.

“Bad dog. No food for you until you call Julie.”

“I’ll call her after.”

“Your tamales are getting colder by the second.”

“I hate having a job.”

“You had a job before.”

“Running Max Overdrive wasn’t the same. I was boss.”

“Really? Tell that to Kasabian.”

“I’d rather argue with Julie.”

“Now would be a perfect time.”

I get out my phone and hit Julie’s number.

She picks up on the second ring. She’s been waiting.

“Stark, Candy called and told me that you have new information about the Legion and their plans. I’m not even going to ask how you found it out because I don’t imagine I want to know.”

“Probably not. But I have something else.”

Julie sighs.

“No. It’s okay,” I say. “We just talked. Tykho told me where Vincent’s heart is hidden. If we get it, I think we can put him back the way he was.”

“Where is it?”

“At the White Lights warehouse.”

“Good. The Vigil raid is set for tomorrow night. They’ll take possession and keep it safe.”

“You want to give the heart to the feds? We need it right away. Before dawn, or Vincent is fucked.”

“I’ll speak to my contacts. We’ll get it in time.”