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him in the holding cell when he was upside down. You weren’t even there.”  
    “Oh, yeah,” Brad said. “Same difference. The dude was still obsessed with his own cum.”  
    “It’s not the same. Ricky Barnes liked it wet, and never had to scrape it from a metal locker.”  
    “So you don’t think this is our guy?”  
    “I’m not saying that,” Courtney said. “Just that I don’t know.”  
    “Well let’s go find out.”  
    “Let’s.”  
    Brad left the janitor’s closet with Courtney a step behind. After a quick stop at the office to get Gellar’s address, the agents left Saint Ursula, drove across town, and 27 minutes later were pounding on Gellar’s front door.
    No answer.  
    “Are you going to give me shit if I go in?” he asked Courtney, knowing she would, being the stickler for rules that she was.  
    “Seriously, Courtney — if this is our guy, he’s invisible. We’ll never get an answer. If he’s not, then we’ll get to see how the other half lives.”  
    “The other half of what?”
    “Come on, Courtney. Please?”  
    “Fine.”  
    A minute later Brad had the door opened and they were both stepping inside his apartment. Three minutes later Brad called out, “I don’t see any hot vanilla, fresh or dried. You?”  
    “No,” Courtney yelled from somewhere far back in the apartment. Then, “This place is spotless. We should hire a janitor for home. It’s a lot messier since you moved in.”  
    Brad said, “That’s because you didn’t know how to have fun before I got there.”
    Courtney surfaced from the back bedroom. “There’s nothing here, we should go.”  
    Brad ignored her. “Do you think being a janitor is an art or a craft?”
    “Come on, I’m serious. Let’s get out of here.”  
    Brad walked past Courtney, and went back into Gellar’s bedroom even though Courtney had just cleared it, talking on his way.  
    “We really do owe the world’s janitors a giant thank you, you know. People take shits and make trash. It’s the janitors who clean it all up. If cleanliness is next to godliness, then we should be nicer to the people who keep us clean. Dealing with human waste has gotta be pretty goddamn humbling.”  
    Courtney followed Brad into the bedroom, then over to the closet. He opened the door and turned back to his partner.  
    “Would you want to handle used tampons?”  
    “What is it you’re hoping to find while endlessly rambling, Hammer?”  
    “That!” he cried, pointing to the closet floor.
    “Dirty clothes?”  
    “Exactly,” Hammer said, so excited he was practically whistling through his teeth. “What’s wrong with you today, Courtney — are you on the slow train?”  
    She widened her eyes and turned to Brad.
    And there it is.
    She cried out, “We have our man!”  
    “Damn straight,” Brad agreed.  
    A man as fastidiously neat as Gellar wouldn’t leave his dirty clothes in a pile, unless he had to strip naked and hide when he heard a couple of federal agents were coming through his door.  
    Brad was about to yell, olly-olly-oxen-free but before he got to the first olly a cluster of air that seemed somehow more tightly bundled than the rest of the room’s molecules made a tiny ripple. The blur seemed suddenly taller — at least that’s what it looked like from just outside the closet — then it tore across the bedroom and into the hall.  
    “After him!” Courtney yelled.  
    Brad would have yelled, No shit! but was already after the blur and needed every bit of focus to make sure he didn’t lose him.  
    The agent gave chase, trusting his nose as he burst through the front door of Gellar’s apartment, then tore down the steps, following the scent of bleach and semen — the second smell stronger than the first.  
    The blur made it to a small lawn in front of the building, then was stupid enough to run across it, giving Brad a bull's-eye to leap for.  
    Brad jumped on the ghost jacker, sending what had