She looked as gray as Mooncrow, and about as tired. The old man came up beside them, and David watched them trade significant looks with a sense of frustration.

I hope to hell they get around to telling me about what’s been going on, he thought, grinding his teeth a little. But there was no point in taking out his frustration on her. Did those close to all Medicine People feel left out like this?

“Toni’s in police custody,” he told her, instead of snapping at her. “She found something out, something big enough that she wants to testify.”

Jennie’s head came up at that, alertly. “Damn!” she swore softly. “In that case—we’d better get those papers served on Rod Calligan, before he gets wind of that and goes into hiding. If we can’t serve the protective order and the divorce papers on him, that’s only going to complicate the state’s case. Did you call Sleighbow for me?”

“Already taken care of; I figured he’d want to hear that,” David said, pleased that he’d thought of it. “My only question is, are you up to this paper thing?”

“You need me along,” she replied, staunchly. “Or actually, to be completely truthful, we need each other. If he’s going to try anything, we’ll be two against one. I don’t think that he’ll try anything with a witness around.”

David grimaced, but she was right. And given Rod Calligan’s recent history, he wasn’t going to bet on the man reacting sanely to the papers being served.

“All right,” he said. “Let’s rock.”

“I will come,” Mooncrow said suddenly. They both turned to look at him. The old man had regained most of his color, but he still looked exhausted. Nevertheless, he was adamant, David could tell from his expression of stubborn will. “I will come,” he repeated. “I will stay in the car, but I will come.”

Jennie nodded, slowly. “I think he’s right,” she said. “I think he’d better.”

David shrugged. “The more the merrier,” he replied philosophically, and gathered up the papers he was going to serve on Calligan. “Shall we?”

Jennie remained very quiet all the way to the mall site, but her hand crept into David’s and she settled her head on his shoulder with a sigh. He squeezed the hand, and turned his head just enough to kiss the top of her hair, but kept his attention on traffic. This was not the time to get into an accident.

Mooncrow did stay in the car when they reached the site; it was just past quitting time, but Calligan’s Beemer was still there, and there was a light on in the office.

“Bingo,” David said, softly. Jennie nodded, and let go of his hand; they climbed out of the car and headed for the portable building housing Calligan’s remote office.