Brian called after him. “Yeah, yeah,” Duncan mumbled. Brian closed the door after him. “Who’s got your back?” Brian asked smiling wide. He dropped a note on her desk with a name scribbled on it. “What’s this?” “Denise Carter’s secret weapon. This is her source.” She looked up at him with surprise. “How did you get it?” He grinned big. “You’re not the only one with tricks up their sleeve. I used a little good old fashioned charm on Denise’s assistant and she sang like a canary. She said this guy seems to know what is going to happen before it happens.” “Here’s to good old fashioned charm,” Adele said as she gathered her things. The address took her to a narrow street in the oldest part of Darlington. This was where most of the gypsies congregated; along the streets were psychics and tarot readers, occult book stores and magic shops.
