Right now, your house is a crime scene,” said John.“Yeah,” I sighed. “Still, she’ll be better knowing this is over. Do we talk to the cop no...?”John looked at DeAngelis, who nodded. John went to the door and knocked on it. The door was opened, and John spoke to whoever was on the other side. The door shut again, and we waited another ten minutes for Carstans to show up. He had a thick folder with him.First, however, John said, “Let’s get the cuffs off our client first. You know him by now. He’s. I was committed, however, and, in any case, I did not have his phonenumber even if I wanted to cancel our date. I resolved that this wouldbe the last one, though I had no idea how I would tell him.As the time drew near for me to get ready I was filled with anxiety. Iwanted to see the show and despite knowing what I was doing was wrongand that I had to end it, I really wanted to be with him one last time.I hadn't even considered how awkward it might be seeing him at work.Without thinking about. The air here was clean, with no traces of smoke. I could smell cloth, paper, and my own sweat. I dismissed the external inputs, breathing deeply and slowly. Silently, as I had been taught, I chanted to enter the Waking Dream of magic-working.The shield against evil dreams is one of the first protections a sorcerer learns. I took a long time to sink into the trance, but I was not concerned. I needed to work to control my breathing and dreams to make the spells quicker, but there were no angry. "I'd especially like to thankyour wonderful Fuhrer for coming tonight." More clapping, morecheering.He held up his hands with flourish, stopping the sound dead. Two stagehands carried a wardrobe with a solitary moon on it's door onto stagebehind him. "Still, for this audience, it seems this outfit of mine issimply inappropriate." Without breaking eye contact with the audience,Fiore stepped backwards against the wardrobe door.The door spun, taking the man with it. One revolution, the man.