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yelled out from the pain of the transition.  And from the shock of suddenly being half blind.  Shrank buzzed angrily in his face, holding his three-inch sword a quarter of an inch away from his right eye and ready to drive it as deeply in as he could.
    “You attack the Lord of the Realm,” Shrank snarled.  “You should die.”  I swear the little ones are more fearless than the big ones and just as fearsome.  And Shrank wasn’t even one of mine.
    “Seriously, dude,” I said to the driver, “There’s over a million of these little guys running around here.  You wouldn’t last ten minutes.  And where would you go?”  Shaking my head at the contorted man, I brushed up against the anchor again.
    Ethan .
    “It’s about time!” he all but shouted in my head.  “What happened?  Is everybody all right?”
    “Yeah, I bailed out a few minutes after I talked to you,” I told him and finished the story.  “We’re gonna get Ian and come back over.  See ya in a few.”  We closed the connection and I looked over the crystal clear lake, bothered by the slight wrongness I was feeling there.
    “Y’all wait by the door, please.  I’ll be right there,” I said distractedly, and moved them to the door by the gate, still holding the driver off the ground.  I stepped out onto the surface of the lake, walking above the water and looking into the depths for that wrongness I felt.  Near the center, closer to the waterfall, I found the biggest one: Calhoun’s Sig Sauer.  I grinned as I willed the gun from the bottom of the lake up into my hand.  Knowing what that the other wrongs were made them easier and faster to find.  The fourth coin was a little trickier to get, though.  How a three-day old fish had grown to over a foot long, I didn’t know, but I had to tease the coin forward through its mouth again.  Otherwise, I’d have killed it to get it out of its digestive tract and there was no reason for that.
    I jumped to the door to find the driver exactly where I put him and Mike and Shrank blocking Calhoun from getting over the bridge.
    “What’s going on?” I asked slowly.
    “E’s trying to get a better look at the Palace and he won’t take ‘no’ for an answer,” Mike growled.
    “Mr. Calhoun, you aren’t invited,” I said firmly.  “Now let’s go.”
    “And why does he get to decide?” Calhoun asked Mike.
    “It’s his house,” Mike answered.  “The door’s that way.”

Chapter 2
    “That didn’t take long,” John said as he walked into my room.  “Ian’s barely made it to the stables.”
    I shrugged when Mike looked at me.  “I’ll come back for him later,” I said smiling.  “Let him have some fun.”
    “I’ll call him anyway.  Let ‘im know we’re all right,” Mike said, moving for the house phone on my bedside table.  Calhoun stood at the end of my bed looking obviously uncomfortable.  And still damp.
    “John, I believe you know Mr. Calhoun,” I said.  “The other man is inconsequential.”
    “Apparently,” John muttered, smirking at the man’s uncomfortable position.  “I take it he was at the root of the unpleasantness?”
    “Our driver, yes,” I said, recalling that I had Calhoun’s toys.  “I believe these belong to you, Mr. Calhoun.  I don’t think the fish damaged that one, but you might want to check it out before you depend on it.”
    Grimacing, he took the waterlogged weapon and coins from me gingerly, slipping the gun back into its holster and pulling a set of handcuffs from another.  “I can take custody whenever you’re ready.”
    “Okay,” I said, releasing the Stone’s manacles and dropping the man in a heap on the floor.  “Play nice while you’re here, Mr. Morris, or I’ll show you the sharpest blade you’ve ever seen.”
    “You know his name?” Calhoun asked as he jerked the limp man to his feet.
    “Yep, Jim Morris,” I said, pulling slightly on the man’s top memories, listening for the voices in his head.