The Afterdark scratched his head, tired. "So, I figure what I'll do is find where Seer lives."
"How?"
Derek faltered. He obviously knew how he would do it, but he didn't want to share his plan. Nell waited for a few heartbeats before she repeated herself. "How?"
"I'm not sure," he lied. The Fixer scowled, and he mirrored the look. "If I come up with a plan that will work out, I'll tell you."
"I think you already have a plan," the girl said slyly.
"Yes," he admitted. "I do, but not a workable plan."
Nell opened her mouth to inquire further, but Derek snorted sharply--like a veteran bull about to charge a novice matador, Nell thought--and the girl quieted.
"Is there someone you can call?" she asked after a moment of silence. "Maybe they know where he lives."
"I don't really have friends," Derek said without any hint of shame. "But I do know how to get into and out of the police station without causing any problems. I can look for crimes by Seer and I'll take 'em with me when I leave. We do the work back here."
"And I--"
"Get to stay here. Aren't you lucky!"

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