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."Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea for Humans First to believe Alejandro is the master.""Why?""So they don't kill Jean-Claude," I said."Oh," he said."Yeah," I said."I'll bear that in mind," he said."You do that.""Gotta go; deadline calls.""Okay, Irving, talk to you later.""Bye, Anita, thanks." He hung up.I sipped the still-steaming coffee, slowly.The first cup of the day should never be rushed.If I could get Humans First to believe the same lie Edward bought, then no one would be hunting Jean-Claude.They'd be hunting Alejandro.The master that was slaughtering humans.Put the police on the case, and we had the rogue vamps outnumbered.Yeah, I liked it.The trick was, would everyone buy it? Never know until you try.28I had finished a pot of coffee and managed to get dressed when the phone rang again.One of those mornings."Yeah," I said."Ms.Blake?" the voice sounded very uncertain."Speaking.""This is Karl Inger.""Sorry if I sounded abrupt.What's up, Mr.Inger?""You said you'd speak to me again if we had a better plan.I have a better plan," he said."For killing the Master of the City?" I made it a question."Yes."I took a deep breath and let it out slow, away from the phone.Didn't want him to think I was heavy breathing at him."Mr.Inger.""Please, hear me out.We saved your life last night.That must be worth something."He had me there."What's your plan, Mr.Inger?""I'd rather tell you in person.""I'm not going to my office for some hours yet.""Could I come to your home?""No." It was automatic."You don't bring business home?""Not when I can help it," I said."Suspicious of you.""Always," I said."Can we meet somewhere else? There's someone I want you to meet.""Who, and why?""The name won't mean anything to you.""Try me.""Mr.Oliver.""First name?""I don't know it.""Okay, then why should I meet him?""He has a good plan for killing the Master of the City.""What?""No, I think it will be better if Mr.Oliver explains it in person.He's much more persuasive than I am.""You're doing okay," I said."Then you'll meet me?""Sure, why not?""That's wonderful.Do you know where Arnold is?""Yes.""There's a pay fishing lake just outside of Arnold on Tesson Ferry Road.Do you know it?"I had an impression that I had driven by it on the way to two murders.All roads led to Arnold."I can find it.""How soon can you meet me there?" he asked."An hour.""Great; I'll be waiting.""Is this Mr.Oliver going to be at the lake?""No, I'll drive you from there.""Why all the secrecy?""Not secrecy," he said, his voice dropped, embarrassed."I'm just not very good at giving directions.It'll be easier if I just take you.""I can follow you in my car.""Why, Ms.Blake, I don't think you entirely trust me.""I don't entirely trust anybody, Mr.Inger, nothing personal.""Not even people who save your life?""Not even."He let that drop, probably for the best, and said, "I'll meet you at the lake in an hour.""Sure.""Thank you for coming, Ms.Blake.""I owe you.You've made sure I'm aware of that.""You sound defensive, Ms.Blake.I did not mean to offend you."I sighed."I'm not offended, Mr.Inger.I just don't like owing people.""Visiting Mr.Oliver today will clear the slate between us.I promise that.""I'll hold you to that, Inger.""I'll meet you in an hour," he said."I'll be there," I said.We hung up."Damn." I'd forgotten I hadn't gotten to eat yet today.If I'd remembered, I'd have said two hours.Now I'd have to literally grab something on the way.I hated eating in the car.But, heh, what's a little mess between friends? Or even between people who've saved your life? Why did it bother me so much that I owed Inger?Because he was a right-wing fruitcake.A zealot.I didn't like doing business with zealots.And I certainly didn't like owing my life to one.Ah, well; I'd meet him, then we'd be square.He had said so.Why didn't I believe it?29Chip-Away Lake was about half an acre of man-made water and thin, raised man-made bank.There was a little shed that sold bait and food.It was surrounded by a flat gravel parking lot.A late-model car sat near the road with a sign that read, "For Sale." A pay fishing lake and a used car lot combined; how clever.An expanse of grass spread out to the right of the parking lot.A small, ramshackle shed and what looked like the remains of some large industrial barbecue.A fringe of woods edged the grass, rising higher into a wooded hill.The Meramec River edged the left side of the lake.It seemed funny to have free-flowing water so close to the man-made lake.There were only three cars in the parking lot this cool autumn afternoon.Beside a shiny burgundy Chrysler Le Baron stood Inger.A handful of fishermen had bundled up and put poles in the water.Fishing must be good to get people out in the cold.I parked beside Inger's car.He strode towards me smiling, hand out like a real estate salesman who was happy I'd come to see the property.Whatever he was selling, I didn't want.I was almost sure of that."Ms.Blake, so glad you came." He clasped my hand with both of his, hearty, good-natured, insincere."What do you want, Mr.Inger?"His smile faded around the edges."I don't know what you mean, Ms.Blake.""Yes, you do.""No, I really don't."I stared into his puzzled face.Maybe I spent too much time with slimeballs.After a while you forget that not everyone in the world is a slimeball.It just saves so much time to assume the worst."I'm sorry, Mr.Inger.I.I've been spending too much time looking for criminals.It makes you cynical."He still looked puzzled."Never mind, Mr.Inger; just take me to see this Oliver.""Mr.Oliver," he said."Sure
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