The art of thinking and reasoning in strict accordance with the limitations and incapacities of the human understanding. — Ambrose Bierce, The Devil's Dictionary Frowning, Gunter circled Roger’s desk, glaring down at Judy’s marked'up map of Sarasota and its environs. Seated in one of the shabby but comfortable leather chairs, Elliott thought that the Malkavian looked as if he were eager to find fault with the patrol routes and schedules the former slave had made. Judging by Judy’s pugnacious scowl, she suspected the same thing. At last Gunter lifted his ruddy face. “I can’t see anything that I would have done any differently,” he said grudgingly. Judy’s dark eyes widened in momentary surprise. For an instant, the sound of Roger’s voice, screaming threats and obscenities, penetrated the study door. Elliott’s sire was enduring another bad night without the benefit of sedation. Lionel Potter had decided that the drugs might be doing more harm than good. “1 couldn’t improve on the arrangements, either,”
