Pickles, "and since you're working for the bishop, we know where you stand," which, at the moment, was in the middle of the center ring, surrounded by a nightmare of Ringlingian proportions.They moved in like Yuppies into renovated Brownstones--or maybe loft apartments on the upper West side; not those cheap, rent-controlled lofts converted from old run-down warehouses, but the nice ones designed by radical feminist architects with hyphenated last names--their clownish teeth mimicking the sounds of a Portuguese castanet band in an all night Flamenco parlor. Suddenly, a shot rang out."Freeze, you mugs, or I'll fit you for wooden kimonos!" yelled Kit, Girl-Friday. "Now blow before I burn powder.""Huh?" said Tonk-Tonk."You heard me. Breeze, ya bunch of daisies, or I squirt metal. Go climb up your thumb before I show you the Harlem sunset."The clowns looked confused."I think she'd prefer you leave," I said, translating. "You too, Lilith."Lilith took her snake and spun on her heel, or what was left of it."This ain't over, shamus.
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