"Nothing," Heck said. "Nothing." If the cops came in on this, there was no telling what might happen to Patty. The mental numbness enveloping him again, Heck went back into the building.
"Maybe you'd better send for Baldid," Heck told Laara. "Because if anybody can help us, it's Baldid."
"But you're wrong, Heck," the blonde said promptly. "You couldn't be wronger. Baldid is a successful businessman, is all. He wouldn't know how to deal with this situation at all."
"Me," Heck groaned, "I'm not even a successful businessman. I'm nothing. I'm nobody."
"You're Hector Finch. Don't ever say you're nobody."
"That," said Heck resignedly, "is saying the same thing."
"Are you just going to sit here brooding while that man has your fiancée?" For the first time, as if danger were the impetus, Laara readily admitted that Patty was Heck's fiancée.
"I'm thinking. I'm trying to think. Listen, Laara, in order to teleport some place, do you have to know precisely where?"
"No. But you need a general idea."
"Just knowing that it's Scarface Willy's hideout or headquarters or whatever it is—would that be enough?"