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the lam himself. When you're running from the law and there are only a couple of people who can find you, it gets real tempting to eliminate that link. We've only got her word that your partner's in trouble."
    "It wouldn't take a mental giant to figure out that you and Aahz are the most likely hunters for the Deveels to hire. After all, they knew whose house they were cutting through for their getaway," Massha added. Guido rose to his feet and started pacing. "Right," he said. "Now suppose they've got Aahz. Can you think of a better way to bag the other half of the pair than by feeding you a line about your partner being in trouble so you'll come charging into whatever trap they've laid out? The whole set-up stinks, Boss. I don't know about strange dimensions, but I do know about criminals. As soon as you step through that door, you're gonna be a sitting duck."
    "Are you quite through?"
    Even to my ears my voice sounded icy, but for a change I didn't care.
    Guido and Massha exchanged glances, then nodded silently.
    "Very well. You may be right, and I appreciate your concern for my well-being. HOWEVER…"
    My voice sank to a deadly hiss.
    "… what if you're wrong? What if our fugitive is telling the truth? You've all been on my case about not doing anything to help Aahz. Do you really think I'm just going to sit here while my partner AND friend burns for a crime he didn't commit… on the off chance that getting involved might be dangerous to me?"
    With great effort I forced my tones back to normal.
    "In ten minutes I'm going through that door after Aahz… and if I'm walking into a trap, it had better be a good one. Now do any of you want to come with me, or am I going it alone?"

Chapter Four
    "It's useless to try to plan for the unexpected… by definition!"
    -A. HITCHCOCK
    ACTUALLY, it was more like an hour before we were really ready to go, though for me it seemed like a lot longer. Still, even I had to admit that not taking the proper preparations for this venture would not only be foolish, it would be downright suicidal!
    It was decided that Nunzio would stay behind so there would be someone at our base to let Tananda and Chumley know what was going on when they returned. Needless to say, he was less than thrilled by the assignment.
    "But I'm supposed to be your bodyguard!" he argued. "How'm I supposed to guard you if I'm sittin' back here while you're on the front lines?"
    "By being sure our support troops get the information they need to follow us," I said.
    As much as I disliked having to argue with Nunzio, I would rather dig in my heels against half a dozen Mob type bodyguards than have to explain to Tananda and Chumley why they weren't included in this rescue mission.
    "We could leave a note."
    "No."
    "We could…"
    "NO! I want you here. Is that plain enough?"
    The bodyguard heaved a heavy sigh. "Okay, Boss. I'll hang in here until they show up. Then the three of us will…"
    "No!" I said again. "Then Tananda and Chumley will come in after us. You're going to stay here."
    "But Boss…"
    "Because if Hay-ner and his crew show up again, someone has to be here to let them know we're on the job and that we haven't just taken off for the tall timber. Assuming for the moment that we're going to make it back, we need our exit route, and you're going to be here making sure it stays open. All we need is for our hosts to move in a new tenant while we're gone… say, someone who decides to brick up this door while we're on the other side."
    Nunzio thought this through in silence.
    "What if you don't come back?" he asked finally.
    "We'll burn that bridge when we come to it," I sighed. "But remember, we aren't that easy to kill. At least one of us will probably make it back."
    Fortunately, my mind was wrenched away from that unpleasant train of thought by the arrival of Guido.
    "Ready to go. Boss."
    Despite the desperateness of the situation and the haunting time pressures, I found myself gaping at him.
    "What's that?" I managed