"It all sounds like a lot of talk," Sordman said. "But we have to follow it up. This business is nothing but wearing out your legs running after every lead. If your legs are strong, you can run anybody down."
They finished their coffee and cigarettes and trudged out.
Raven English, one-year wife of Leonard Smith, did not meet them at the door with gracious bows. Instead, a wall panel by the door shot back. They stared at a square of one way glass.
"Who are you?" a girl's voice said.
"I'm Andrew Sordman, your Protector. I come on lawful business. May we enter?"
"No."
"Why not?" Lee asked.
"Because I don't like witches. Keep out."
"We're hunting the killer," Sordman said. "We're on your side. I've taken no drugs and made no preparations. You don't have to be afraid."