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weights you sure can't handle much."
    Garrison nodded at the open flower box. "It's the flowers, I'm allergic to them," he told me.
    "Then why are you keeping them around?"
    "In case someone else is allergic to them."
    "That is the weirdest explanation I've ever heard."
    "I'll wear the badge with honor, but how about we find that stick? It should be against that far wall between those piles of crates." He pointed to where he was referring, and I saw two towering stacks of crates.
    "You mean between those dangerous, leaning towers of crates?" I asked him.
    "Yep."
    "Are you trying to kill me?"
    "Nope."
    "Well, if I don't make it at least put some of those pretty flowers on my grave."
    "No problem."
    "You have a lot of faith in me."
    "Just obeying your final request."
    "Thanks."
    "No problem."
    I rolled my eyes, and meandered through and over the maze of mess to get at the twin crate stacks. Sure enough between them, behind a couple of large maps covered in red ink, sat the legendary Stick of Hookerness. Get your mind out of the gutter. I grabbed the stick, swam my way upstream back through the mess and came out the other side battered and bruised, but not broken. I raised the stick above my head and gave a maniacal laugh. "Success!" I cried out to my companion.
    "The mess isn't that bad," Garrison protested. I froze, whipped my head toward him and scowled. He nervously smiled and held up his hands in front of him. "Or maybe it was."
    I grinned and lowered my weapon. "So where's that coffee?"
    "This way, just be careful with that-ouch!" I'd accidentally swung the stick a little too close to him and bopped him on the head.
    "I'm sorry! I didn't know it would reach you! Are you all right?" I stepped toward him with the weapon still in my hand and he stepped back. "That looks like a bad knock. Let me see it," I pleaded with him.
    "Put the stick down," he ordered me.
    I leaned it up against the wall next to the door and dragged him out of the room to his chair. I plopped him down in his seat and before he could protest I was on top of him. If I were naked I don't think he would have protested at all, but seeing as I was fully clothed and poking at a nice egg growing from his scalp he wasn't too thrilled with my attentions. "You're making it worse!" he yelped.
    "Only because you're not holding still," I protested.
    "I can't help it, my body doesn't like pain."
    "I'll toughen it up."
    "Even if it kills me?"
    "Better you than me."
    "I think I've heard enough to want another nurse, or a sedative."
    "Is there a hammer around here?"
    "On second thought, skip the sedative. Just kill me now-ouch!" I knocked his noggin hard, but this time on purpose. He cupped his hand over his bump and glared at me. "Mind if I get a last request?"
    "You can't request to live."
    "Actually, I'd like one last cup of coffee. It should be ready by now." Sure enough the sound of the percolating precious elixir of life finished in the coffee machine, and I fetched a mug for both of us.
    I set the cups down in front of our chairs and sat down. "How about we call it a truce?" I suggested as I stirred coffee into my sugar. I wasn't too thrilled with the taste of coffee, but I loved any excuse to add sugar to a drink.
    "Agreed, but on one condition," he replied.
    I raised an eyebrow. "What sort of condition?"
    "You can't tell anybody what you found in that room."
    "You mean about the dry flowers and weights? Why would anyone care about that stuff?"
    He shrugged and took a sip of his coffee. "Let's just say some people would be very interested to know my hobbies."
    "You have some strange enemies," I commented.
    Garrison looked straight ahead at his door and nodded his head. "That I do, and I'd rather they not find out too much about me." I leaned across the table and gave him such a careful scrutiny that he leaned away. "What?"
    "Are you a dealer in the black market for weights and dried flowers?"
    He choked out a laugh and some of his coffee. When he got a hold of