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all over Hell, so it’ll take a while. In the meantime he’s got some other game going, but I haven’t figured out what it is.”
    I can walk through shadows and come out almost anywhere I want, passing through the Room of Thirteen Doors, the still-central point of time and space. I can get into the Room because years ago one of Lucifer’s generals, the one who wanted me as his personal assassin, stuck a key in my chest. I’m the only one in the universe who can get into the room because I have the only key. But while the Drifters were tearing through town like graveyard locusts I found out that Mason was trying to make his own key.
    “Is it the Room of Thirteen Doors? Has he found a way to get in?”
    “I don’t think so. If he did, he’d be up here already gnawing on your skull.”
    Kasabian is right. Mason isn’t shy or subtle. If he could escape from Downtown, even if it was just for a minute, he’d do it and try to kill me.
    “So, what’s he up to?”
    “You tell me. You talk to the guy every night. It used to be Alice, which was creepy enough, but now it’s Dr. Doom.”
    He shoots at the twelve. It bounces off the cushions and doesn’t drop. My shot.
    I set down the cigarette, lay the cue down on my thumb and index finger, and line up a shot.
    “What does that mean?”
    “Back at Max Overdrive you used to talk to Alice in your sleep. Since we got here, though, whenever you’re asleep you start spinning like a rotisserie chicken and talking to Mason.”
    “What do I say?”
    I bank the one off the rail and sink it in a corner pocket.
    “Aside from ‘Fuck you’ and ‘I’ll kill you,’ you mumble a lot in Hellion, so it’s hard to tell.”
    “Buy a dictionary.”
    He walks around the edge of the table, a fleshy spider circling a fly.
    “There’s something else. It doesn upse. It ’t really change anything, but you might want to know.”
    “What?”
    “No one’s all that scared of you Downtown anymore. You used to be the bogeyman who kept them up at night. Now they talk about you like you were the high school bully.”
    “So they’ve forgotten about me.”
    “I didn’t say that. What I mean is, Mason is the new scary human in town, and you’ve been gone so long, he wins badass title by default.”
    I take a shot at the three, but hit it too hard and it rolls back into the center of the table.
    I pick up my cigarette and Kasabian crawls back onto the table.
    “First he sends me to Hell and then he won’t even let me keep my rep. The little prick wants everything.”
    Kasabian lines up a shot.
    “So go down there and kill something. Slit some generals’ throats. You’re the monster who kills monsters. Be creative.”
    I shake my head.
    “Everyone knows my face, and Mason’s put wards on all the entrances I use to get into Hell. He’d know the moment I stuck my big toe down there.”
    “Worrying about shit like that doesn’t sound too Sandman Slim to me, if you don’t mind my saying.”
    “I do mind, but you already said it.”
    “Just go down and kill him already! You’ve done lots crazier shit than that before.”
    “It’s not the right time. I need to shut down everything he’s doing. Battle plans. Backroom deals with generals. All of it. I need more chaos. You murder someone at the Ice Capades and the place goes apeshit. You blow someone’s head off in a war zone, people step over the body and have a snack.”
    “Maybe. A few months back you’d have John Wayne’d your way in there and started your own war. I think that angel in your head’s made you soft. You’ve been Glenda the Good Witch too long.”
    He’s right. Mason talked to me once. He possessed other people’s bodies and talked to me through them. He’s getting stronger and he’s working on a key. He’s rallying troops. I should be Downtown murdering him and giving fallen angels new nightmares. I wasted the last six, seven months skipping rope with Wells and the Vigil, drinking myself stupid and