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her?”
    “Well she showed me a newspaper clipping of
a goblin she said she wanted to find.”
    “A goblin whose photograph was published in
the paper?”
    “That’s right,” Willie said. “You know the
one that helped capture Jack the Ripper.”
    “Fixx?”
    “That’s him.”
    “Why did she want to find him?”
    “I asked her that,” Willie said. “She said
she needed to find a friend of hers that she had lost touch with
and she figured Fixx, being so well connected and all, would know
how to find him.”
    “So where did you take her?”
    “So we made a few stops at some creature
friends of mine and one of them told us Fixx was staying at the
Shadow’s hotel.”
    “You took her there?”
    “That’s right. She went in while I waited
and then she came back out and told me she’d found Fixx and that I
could go.”
    “Thanks,” Tom said handing Willie a Vlad
note.
    He drove to Murder Street and parked in
front of the Shadows Hotel. It is a purposely run-down looking kind
of place, with a crooked sign that had been missing some bulbs for
some time now. Tom thought this was meant to give the place some
kind of scary ambiance that was meant to attract tourists, but it
had just the opposite effect. The place really did scare tourists
off.
    A bridge troll was working the desk and Tom
flashed him his badge as he approached the counter.
    “I figured you for a cop,” he said.
    “Why?”
    “Only humans that come in here are either
lost or they’re cops.”
    Tom placed the picture of Pandora down on
the counter. “I guess you would remember her then?”
    The troll looked at the picture; in fact he
brought his head down so close to it on the counter that his breath
fogged it. “We ain’t got any women staying here.”
    “I think she just came in to see
someone.”
    “Who?”
    “Fixx.”
    “I remember,” the troll said, nodding his
bulbous head. “Yeah she came to see Fixx.”
    “ Is he here
now?”
    “Is it noon yet?”
    “Not just yet,” Tom said looking at his
watch.
    “Then he’s in his room asleep.”
    “What room is he is?”
    The troll looked behind him where keys were
hung on a board. He found the hook that had Fixx written under it.
“204,” he said then.
    “You got a key?”
    The troll handed Tom a pass key and he
started up the creaky stairs. He found room 204, but didn’t bother
to knock; he simply unlocked the door and slipped into the room. It
was a tiny room with cheap furniture. Fixx, wearing pants and an
undershirt was sound asleep on top of the covers. His hat covered
his face as he slept on his back. Tom went to the side of the bed
and lifted the covers up, so that Fixx rolled off onto the floor.
Fixx rose to his knees, rubbing his head. He looked over at
Tom.
    “Why’d you do that?” he asked, upset.
    “Them hell hounds nearly killed me,” Tom
said. “I think you knew they were there.”
    “I tried to warn you,” Fixx said.
    “Not very hard,” he said walking around the
bed to pick Fixx up off the floor.
    “What time is it?” Fixx asked as he sat on
the edge of the small bed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
    “ Almost noon,” Tom said,
pulling the picture of Pandora out of his coat. “Why did this witch
come to see you?”
    “She needed some help with something and she
knows me.”
    “From the paper?”
    “I knew her before.”
    “How?”
    “We both come here from the U.R.R.K.”
    “You’re from there?” Tom asked.
    “ I am.”
    “What did she want your help with?”
    “She wanted to know where to find him,” Fixx
said pointing at the golem in the picture.
    “Who’s he?”
    “His name is Titan.”
    “Why was she looking for him?”
    “He’s from there as well. He used to work
for her family, I think.”
    “What’d you tell her?”
    “I told her she could probably find Titan at
Dempsey’s gym, Titan’s the name he adopted when he arrived here,”
Fixx explained. “She didn’t know where that was so I ended up
taking her there.”
    “