Most of them boiled down to "promise Silver Dagger anything to get the hold order lifted and run like hell." The hired help gave me the standard runaround when I called Mother Night’s trying to talk to her, and landlines is too corrupt to do bidness on anyway. I’d have to meet Silver Dagger in person to get anything out of her. But I wanted to make one more try at Fenrir before I did. A little information never hurt anybody and I wanted to know which category he fit: lost, stolen, or strayed. Tiggy spent the day eating, sleeping, and ignoring me. The clothes I’d got fit him fine, even with the biopak on his leg, but they looked funny. Hellflowers is gaudy dressers; in stardancer’s drag he looked like there was something missing. But he looked alive. It wasn’t long before I found out I really put my foot in it with that "cleave to me only" farcing. When I got up to leave, Tiggy was standing (here covered in guns and knives and the odd alMayne flechet, and coked lightly on field kit goodies.
