He almost grimaced, and covered it in time. No matter what he said, he lost in some way. If he told them not to talk to Jennie or the old man, he’d lose them completely. They had that shaky, panicked kind of look about them. Then they’d go do whatever Jennie told them to do.

“Well,” he said slowly, keeping his expression just a shade on the dubious side, “you can talk to the Talldeer girl if you want, if you’re really going to insist on it, but if you do, don’t be surprised if everything you tell her shows up as evidence on Calligan’s side when he takes you all to court. You know she’s a private eye, and none of us know who hired her, but I’d bet on Calligan before I’d bet on anyone else. And anything she hears, if it has any bearing on the explosion, she has to tell the cops.”

I wouldn’t, but she will. Little People, my ass.

“What’s she gonna tell him?” the man asked, scornfully. “That we think the jerk’s got a curse on him? She already knows that, and so does he! We told him to his face, more than once! And last time I looked, curses weren’t admissible in court!”

Ah hell, I have lost them. Bitch.

They turned their backs on him and began deciding who was going to approach the Talldeers, and whether they were going to go straight for the old man or work through the girl first. He finally got up and left; it was obvious that he’d lost this round.

Time for round two. He pushed through the stockroom door and passed through the front of the smoke shop, empty except for the cousin at the counter. The cousin kind of grunted good night; he returned the courtesy, and walked out into the earlier dusk. His car was off to one side of the tiny parking lot, under a cottonwood.

He hadn’t meant to start clandestine operations this soon, but it looked as though he wasn’t going to have any choice. Whether or not Jennie was working with Calligan was moot. If she was—well, he was about to show these guys how stupid they were being. If she wasn’t—

Then at least he’d have collected some other evidence. People always left paper trails; they couldn’t help it. There would be something in that office he would be able to use, if only by leaking it to the press.