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too.
"As the fire eater was getting ready to burn our
ropes—and you can always tell an attack is coming by
the way its skin bubbles and its body shimmers like a
heat mirage in the desert—I swung out and then
came in hard, kicking in a window with one try. In the
remaining seconds I pulled the rope taut and Arlene
shimmied down into my arms as tongues of flame
raced after her. But we'd made it to a much lower
floor. We had a twelve-story head start, so we
booked."
"Story is right!" thundered Mulligan. "I've never
heard so much bullshit!"
For one grim moment I wasn't at all sure I'd be
getting my second beer.



3

"Hold on," said Mulligan, guarding his
small ocean of beer as the larger ocean sent armies of
waves to die on the beach, "I'm not buying it. When I
was a kid, I was in the Boy Scouts. I carried the
heaviest knapsack on camping trips. I won all the
merit badges. I was a good scout, but other kids still
beat me up and teased me all the time. Do you want
to guess why?"
"Why?" asked Arlene, genuinely interested and not
the least bit annoyed by the mysterious direction the
conversation was taking.
"Partly because I was a chunky kid, but also
because I loved comic books. They thought I was
gullible or something. They thought I'd believe damn
near anything. But I'm telling you, Fly"—he turned
those cold blue eyes on me—"this story of yours is
bullshit."
"You believe the part about his starting to lose his
mind while he was on the rope, don't you?" asked
Arlene.
"Well. . ." Mulligan began.
"I left nothing out of my gospel rendition," I said.
"Especially not the verisimilitude," Arlene threw
in.
"Huh?" came the response from both Mulligan and
me.
"Still sounds bogus to me," concluded the master
gun, inhaling the rest of his brew.
"That's because it didn't happen that way," said
Arlene. "I'll give you the authentic version—for an-