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　　Eddy　woke　up　ravenous　on　Wednesday；　went　to　the　Cafe　du　Monde　for　coffee　and　beignets；　read　the　Times…Picayune　without　finding　any　new　clues；　and　returned　to　find　that　a　grimy　slip　of　paper　had　been　tacked　to　the　door　of　her　apartment。
　　EDDIE：　it　read；　MY　PARENTS'　HOUSE　WAS　RAIDED　AND　MY　SYSTEM　SEIZED。　I　AM　COOPERATING　FULLY　WITH　THE　GOVT。　ON　THE　CASE　OF　ZACHARY　BOSCH；　DOB　5…25…73；　SS#　283…54…6781。　I　KNOW　HIS　CAR。　AND　I　READ　THE　PAPERS　TOO。　It　was　signed　so；　along　with　a　local　phone　number。
　　She　swore　and　ripped　the　filthy　thing　off　her　door。　The　paper　felt　slimy　in　her　hand；　eldritch；　unspeakably　loathsome。　Eddy　crumpled　it　in　her　hand。　She　wondered　how　he　had　gotten　past　the　street　gate；　then　realized　that　its　〃security〃　consisted　of　an　electronic　keypad。　Presumably　such　a　gadget　couldn't　thwart　a　Phoetus　of　Dag0n。
　　I　read　the　papers　too。
　　Had　Stefan　the　fish…lipped；　frog…eyed　fanboy　seen　the　same　item　she'd　found　yesterday；　the　one　about　the　Cajun　shooting　himself　with　five　different　guns？　Had　he　wondered　about　it；　and　maybe…just　as　a　matter　of　course…　pointed　it　out　to　his　friendly　neighborhood　feds？　I　don't　know　if　there　really　is　a　town　called　Missing　Mile；　she　could　hear　him　whining；　but　if　there　is；　I　think　you'd　better　check　it　out。
　　Well；　if　he　had；　at　least　he'd　made　a　half…assed　attempt　to　warn　her　about　it。　Maybe　somewhere　in　his　narky　little　heart　he　wanted　Zach　to　have　a　chance。
　　But；　of　course；　it　was　up　to　Eddy　to　actually　give　him　one。
　　Her　brain　felt　as　if　it　had　been　dropped　into　a　centrifuge。　The　cells　were　whirling　dizzily；　the　synapses　separating；　short…circuiting。　She　sat　on　the　bed　and　tried　to　steady　herself。　She　couldn't　help　Zach　by　getting　hysterical。
　　What　could　she　do？　First；　she　needed　a　way　to　find　Zach　and　alert　him　to　the　danger。　She　hoped　there　was　a　way　to　do　that　by　phone；　but　if　there　wasn't；　she　guessed　she　would　just　have　to　hie　her　butt　to　Missing　Mile；　North　Carolina。
　　Second；　she　needed　a　way　to　help　Zach　get　away　for　good。　Probably　he　would　have　to　leave　the　country。　She　might　even　go　with　him。　He　could　hardly　refuse　her　pany　this　time；　not　after　she　had　saved　his　ass。
　　And　before　she　could　do　any　of　this；　she　needed　a　safe　phone。
　　Okay。　It　wasn't　quite　a　plan；　but　it　was　a　place　to　start。
　　Eddy　grabbed　a　notebook　and　a　pen　to　write　down　numbers。　Then　she　set　off　to　catch　the　streetcar　that　wound　away　from　the　French　Quarter；　down　St。　Charles　Avenue　and　into　the　city。
　　
　　First　she　called　the　Pink　Diamond。　She　had　missed　two　shifts　already；　so　they　probably　assumed　she　wasn't　ing　back。　Still；　she　hadn't　been　able　to　call　since　the　Secret　Service　took　her　phone　out；　and　she　wanted　to　wrap　up　her　loose　ends；　that　was　just　the　way　she'd　been　raised。　She　dialed　the　office；　and　the　manager's　slimy　voice　answered。
　　〃Hey；　Loup；　this　is　Eddy。〃
　　〃Who？〃
　　〃Miss　Lee。〃
　　〃Oh　yeah；　we　figured　you　ran　off　back　to　China。〃　She　heard　the　wet　sinus…damaged　snort　that　passed　for　Loup's　laugh。　〃Hey；　you　got　a　message　here。〃
　　〃Really？〃　Her　heart　quickened　a　little。　〃What　is　it？〃
　　〃Well；　it's　kinda　weird。　I　think　it　must　be　from　some　crazy　customer。　Valerye　wrote　it　down〃…Valerye　was　the　daytime　bartender…〃and　she　said　the　guy　spelled　it　out　real　careful　and　swore　it　was　important。〃
　　〃What　is　it？〃　she　repeated。　The　phone　booth　she　had　found　in　the　parking　lot　of　a　seafood　shack　near　the　riverbend　was　private；　but　hot　and　claustrophobic。　Eddy　felt　the　beginnings　of　a　headache。
　　〃Well；　it　says　'Wax　Jism。'　〃
　　〃What？〃
　　Loup　spelled　out　the　two　words；　and　Eddy　wrote　them　down　in　her　notebook。　Her　head　was　pounding　now。　She　thanked　Loup；　told　him　almost　as　an　afterthought　that　she　wasn't　ing　back　to　work；　then　hung　up　and　stood　staring　at　the　ridiculous　message。　Wax　jism。　It　had　to　be　from　Zach。　But　what　in　hell　did　it　mean？
　　She　looked　out　at　the　parking　lot。　Over　the　green　hump　of　the　levee　she　could　see　a　sliver　of　the　Mississippi；　a　tugboat　and　barge　riding　on　the　mighty　polluted　current。　Her　eyes　slid　back　to　the　keypad　of　the　phone；　and　something　clicked　in　her　mind。　There　were　letters　on　the　keys　as　well　as　numbers。　Eddy　looked　back　at　the　message。　Two　words：　three　letters；　then　four。　The　same　configuration　as　a　phone　number。
　　Eddy　grabbed　the　unwieldy　metal…covered　phone　book　that　hung　from　a　coiled　cord　in　the　booth。　It　was　battered　but　miraculously　intact。　She　riffled　through　the　opening　pages；　found　the　listing　of　area　codes　for　all　states。　Missing　Mile　had　been　fairly　near　Raleigh　and　Chapel　Hill　on　the　map；　and　the　area　code　was　the　same　for　both　places。　She　dropped　in　a　handful　of　change；　punched　in　the　area　code；　and　with　shaking　fingers　picked　out　the　number。
　　It　rang　twice。　Three　times。　Then　the　receiver　was　lifted；　and　a　slightly　hoarse　male　voice　said；　〃Howdy；　this　is　the　Sacred　Yew。〃
　　〃Hi；　you　don't　know　me；　but　I'm　looking　for…〃
　　〃No　one's　within　earshot　right　now；　but　we　have　lots　of　great　shows　ing　up　this　week。　Wednesday　night　it's　vintage　swamp　rock　with　GUMBO！！！　Thursday…〃
　　Eddy　leaned　her　forehead　against　the　hot　glass；　felt　hot　tears　of　frustration　trickling　from　the　corners　of　her　eyes。　It　was　a　recording。
　　〃If　you'd　like　to　leave　a　message　for　me　or　anyone　who　works　here；〃　the　voice　was　saying；　〃start　talking　at　the　beep。　And　remember；　please　e　out　and　support　your　local　bands　at　THE　SACRED　YEW！〃　The　guy　sounded　nervous　and　slightly　desperate。　At　last　the　accursed　machine　beeped。
　　〃This　is　a　message　for　a　boy　named　Zach；〃　Eddy　said　without　much　hope。　She　didn't　know　if　he'd　be　using　his　real　first　name；　but　she　was　sure　he　wouldn't　be　using　his　last；　and　she　didn't　want　to　give　it　away。　〃He's　nineteen；　about　five…eight；　skinny；　black　hair；　green　eyes；　very　pale；　very　striking。　If　you　know　him；　will　you　please　tell　him　he's　in　terrible　danger？　My　name　is　Eddy。　I　have　to　get　in　touch　with　him。　I'll　try　to　call　back。〃　She　checked　her　watch。　〃I　don't　know　when。　Tell　him　。　。　。〃　She　realized　tears　were　spilling　from　her　eyes；　pouring　down　her　face。　〃Tell　him　I'm　ing　to　get　him。〃
　　Eddy　hung　up；　swiped　at　her　eyes；　posed　herself。　She　had　one　more　call　to　make；　to　a　local　number　she　knew　by　heart。　She　dialed　it；　listened　to　the　phone　ring　and　ring；　then　closed　her　eyes　in　relief　as　it　was　picked　up。　A　rhythmic　swath　of　reggae　pulsed　in　the　background；　and　for　a　moment　she　thought　it　was　another　recording。　Then　a　deep　musical　voice　said　〃Hello？〃
　　〃Dougal；〃　she　said。　〃This　is　Eddy。　Have　you　heard　what　happened　to　Zach？〃
　　〃Ya　mon。　Busted。　Terrible　fing。〃　She　imagined　him　shaking　his　head；　long　bright…threaded　dreadlocks　swaying　gently　around　his　face。
　　Eddy　closed　her　eyes　and　counted　to　five。　〃No；〃　she　forced　herself　to　say　calmly；　〃he　wasn't　busted。　He　got　away；　but　they're　still　after　him；　and　I　think　they're　closing　in。　Do　you　want　to　help？〃
　　〃Oh；　ya　mon。　I　would　help　Zachary　any　way　I　can。　'Specially　'gainst　de　damn　government。〃　She　wasn't　sure；　but　she　thought　she　heard　him　spit。　She　took　a　deep　breath；　felt　relief　spreading　through　her。　At　last　she　wasn't　alone　in　this　anymore。
　　〃Could　you　start　by　picking　me　up　outside　Liberty's　Fish　Camp？　I　need　to　tell　you　all　about　it。　And　I　need　your　help　too。〃
　　〃Sweetheart；　don'　you　worry　'bout　a　t'ing；　hear？　You　jus'　wait　right　there　outside　Liberty's。　I　know　de　very　place。〃
　　〃Are　you　sure？〃
　　〃Irie；〃　Dougal　St。　Clair's　beautiful　voice　soothed　her。　〃No　problem。〃
　　
　　At　the　Sacred　Yew；　the　rehearsal　was　still　blasting　away　onstage。　Kinsey　had　gone　down　the　street　to　get　pretzels　for　the　bar。　As　he　came　back　in；　he　saw　that　the　message　light　on　the　answering　machine　was　blinking。　But　when　he　tried　to　play　back　the　message；　the　machine　just　emitted　a　long　series　of　beeps；　then　made　a　sound　like　a　car　going　up　a　hill　stuck　in　first　gear。　Kinsey　peered　inside　and　saw　that　it　had　eaten　the　tape。　The　machine　had　been　on　its　last　legs　for　weeks；　erasing　as　many　messages　as　it　took。　Now　it　was　finally　dead。
　　He　picked　up　the　phone　to　call　tonight's　doorman　and　realized　with　much　greater　consternation　that　it　was　dead　too；　though　he　knew　it　had　been　on　earlier　because　Trevor　had　gotten　that　mysterious　call。
　　Kinsey　looked　at　the　clock；　saw　that　it　was　just　after　five：　cutoff　time。　He'd　let　the　bill　go　too　long。　Now　there　was　no　way　to　get　the　phone　turned　back　on　until　tomorrow；　and　Kinsey　would　have　to　drive　the　cash　all　the　way　to　Raleigh。　That　was　if　the　bar　took　in　enough　tonight　to　pay　for　it　and　the　other　bills　too。　The　phone　was　important；　but　water　was　more　so。　And　in　a　club；　electricity　took　the　highest　priority　of　all；　it　was　what　kept　the　band　loud　and　the　beer　cold。　He　had　to　get　that　damn　power　bill　paid。
　　Kinsey　had　always　loved　summer　in　Missing　Mile。　But　just　lately　it　was　a　cruel　season。
　　
　　Dougal　St。　Clair　lived　in　a　tree　in　a　secluded　corner　of　City　Park。　His　little　wooden　house　was　nestled　high　among　the　big　oak's　spreading　canopy　of　branches；　accessible　by　a　long；　twisty；　terrifying　rope　ladder　that　was　barely　visible　against　the　tree　trunk。　He　parked　his　car　at　the　nearby　fairgrounds；　made　use　of　public　rest　rooms　and　afternoon　rainstorms；　ate　at　the　city's