My head spun so much I had to reach up and grab it. "Houdini?" I said. I couldn't believe the word coming out of my mouth. I had to repeat it. "The Houdini?" "The one and only," Weiss – I mean, Houdini – said. I don't care what he called himself. I'd never think of him as anything other than Harry Houdini again. "This – this has to be the biggest secret in town," Bill said. The color drained right out of him along with the volume of his words. "Oh, god, you're going to kill us too." Houdini shook his head and gave us a smile that lacked none of the warmth he could no longer feel. "If we had wanted to kill you, Mr Gaviota would have destroyed you in the airport. You two are far more valuable to us alive." "Then why tell us who you are?" said Bill. "You can't just let people walk around with that kind of knowledge in their heads." "It's an open secret among Las Vegas magicians," Gaviota said. "Then why doesn't the outside world know about this?" I asked.
