"Oh. Oh. Well, that is useful information. Thank you, dear. Yes, yes, you're terribly thoughtful and I couldn't have a better best friend. Yes, we'll have to do a--" A con with a bloody spike in his grip charged at us, shrieking like a madman. Caitlin's free hand clamped down over his face. She wrenched his head sideways, his neck breaking with a sharp snap, and let his corpse drop to the concrete. "--a girls' night out when I get back," she said. "But right now I really need to focus on the task at hand. I'll call you." "Problem?" I asked as she slipped the phone back into her coat."