It was quiet in the Suburban as Jeb drove to The Brickyard. It was slow going on the city streets, with the afternoon rush hour already kicking in.
"Remember, we all stick together," Jeb said. "No one gets separated."
"You don't think we'll be able to just pick Iwana up and be on our merry way?" Gwen Sweet asked as she exchanged the clip on her S&W pistol.
"Simple as that?" Jeb smiled. "Nothing's been simple this whole day, I don't see why it should start now."
"Is that it?" Dr. Yoshiko Katsuhara Roper asked as Jeb approached an imposing two story red Brick structure that took up most of a city block.
"Yup," Jeb replied. He pulled the Chevy into the deserted gravel parking lot and up to the main entrance, where a man and two women were waiting.
"That's Stoner," Sweet said. "And the two women are Crescent Moon and Lillian Dike, the two cops who helped him snatch Iwana."
Jeb nodded. "Okay, ladies. Cowboy up... and play it cool."
"Yo-kai!" Yoshiko replied.
The three got out of the Suburban, with Jeb locking the doors and setting the alarm with a chirp. They approached the trio at the steps of The Brickyard.
"Hey, babe!" Inspector Harry Stoner said. "You wuz supposed to come alone!"
"You look like you have some company too," Sweet observed.
"We have a right to be here, Gwen," Lil Dike replied. Both she and her partner were dressed in civvies. Black leather and stone washed denim. "Our careers... hell, the rest of our lives depend on this!"
"Alright," Sweet nodded. "This is Dr. Yoshiko Roper, Tai Anne's mom. And he's Jeb Stuart. An... interested party."
"Hey bro!" Stoner grinned at him. "Well, let's get it on!"
He led the way into The Brickyard. Opening time was still a few hours away, and nobody was there except for a few of the bouncers that Iwana had smacked around the other day.
Stoner indicated the bar. "Anybody want a drink?"
"Let's just get on with it, k?" Sweet replied.
"Hey, you're the man!" Stoner snickered as they walked across the immense dance floor to one of the darkened corridors.
***
In the darkened environs of Club 28, Paige Torne sipped a martini with a jalapeno stuffed olive. She was dressed in a black leather pencil skirt and a white silk blouse, with her blonde hair pulled back rather severely. With her seamed hose and nosebleed black heels she looked like a retro fifties dommie.
"Now, remember," Shakira said to her. "Do not be giving up Iwana Binder unless this woman can produce Tai Anne Roper!"
"Yes, my Goddess!" Paige whispered. As someone who had always been in control, it felt oddly... comforting, to suddenly find oneself enslaved to another.
Shakira nodded. She had dressed herself as a decadent westerner, in a skintight, red latex minidress and matching go-go boots that she filled out rather nicely. Paige had helped her with her red nails and makeup. She nervously sipped her second mai tai.
***
Meanwhile, Taffy Chu was just finishing up in The Waterworks. A long session in the sauna followed by a hot shower had left her envigorated. She now hurried to the locker room to get changed and meet with Paige at Club 28.
Still toweling herself dry, she entered the deserted locker room naked, humming to herself. Her pale skinned, yet firm body looking exotic with the Chinese dragon tattoo that covered her back, and the single gold ring on her right nipple.
She thought of Iwana Binder, and whether or not Paige would really give her up. Taffy did know that in the last two days she had been both Iwana's slave and her Mistress. Both experiences had been the most intense of her life.
She sighed and opened her locker up, looking at her reflection in the small vanity mirror on the door. That's when she saw that Iwana was standing right behind her.
Taffy turned and looked at her. She was tall and strong and leathered.
Iwana removed the afro wig to reveal her shiny bald head. She continued to stare at Taffy.
"I won't fight you," Taffy said. "And I know I probably deserve everything you're going to do to me."
"You think them words gonna save yore skin, chinadoll?" Iwana growled.
"Not really," Taffy replied.
***
There was alot of fetish gear tucked away in the locker room, most of it for use in the nearby Waterworks. Rubbersuits and latex binders and ballgags and blinders and collars and harnesses and prongs and plugs...
While Iwana rubbered up Taffy, she got Taffy to tell her what had been going on out in the Real World. She found out that Sweet --the San Fran motorcop she had met Saturday-- was busy trying to get her sprung from this place, and that Paige was supposed to meet with her very soon in a bar within The Brickyard called Club 28. Also supposed to be there was another San Fran cop named Harry Stoner.
Finally, Taffy Chu found herself once again a neat, rubberized package. She was in head to toe, skintight black latex, with her arms and legs neatly folded back behind her in latex binders and locking straps. A rubber hood left her face and head shiny and smooth, except for her wide, rapidly blinking eyes. A rubber ball filled her mouth, and nose tubes let her breath.
"The other night, it really freaked you when Ah packaged you up 'n carried you away... just like you were nuthin' but a chinadoll." Iwana said. "Tonight Ah take it up a notch."
She dropped a large, black vinyl workout bag next to Taffy, who hummed and wiggled the best she could.
Taffy thought there was no fucking way she could possibly be fit into that thing... but the truth was that Taffy Chu was five foot nothing and weighed less than a hundred pounds soaking wet.
Iwana picked her up, and slipped her carefully into the bag, pushing and pulling until Taffy felt the vinyl all around her, and could hear Iwana slowly zipping up the bag.
"Here be the plan, chinadoll," Iwana said, her face looming large over her. "First, Ah gonna lock you away in a locker. Then later tonight --depending when or if Ah get sprung-- Ah gonna take you outta here while you still be... all packaged up, and Ah gonna take you out to the main floor of The Brickyard."
"Nmmmmph!!!" Taffy shook her head, blinking up real tears.
"Then Ah gonna wait til there be a good crowd," Iwana continued. "Then Ah just stroll in 'n drop this shiny bag down on a chair or a couch or maybe even the floor." She chuckled. "Thing is, how long is it gonna be 'fore somebody steals it? And when they do steal it, when do they open it up and discover you? In the parking lot? Or when they're home with their new chinadoll?"
Iwana caressed Taffy's rubbered face. "And will it be a boy or a girl? A kind soul, or a freak? Someone who'll release you... or keep you?"
Iwana zipped up the bag and padlocked the zipper hasp. She hefted it into an anonymous locker and set the lock, taking the key. She then got her stuff and moved on, leaving Taffy Chi bound and locked away, fearing the worst.
One down, Iwana thought.
***
"They're 'ere," Kira McElory said. "And 'eaded this way. Looks like this copper Sweet brought a coupla mates along."
"We can handle them," Paige replied. She looked at Kunta Kintare who looked positively wicked in a black leather minidress cinched tight on her, with long, matching bitch boots. "Kunta, go to Iwana, but don't bring her here til I say."
"Yes, Mistress." Kunta bowed to her and hurried off.
***
Jeez, this place is huge! Jeb thought as they continued walking down another long corridor. Finally, everybody saw the blue neon that led to Club 28.
They entered, the newcomers surprised at the huge, retro 1930s, art deco bar that was hidden away in a San Fran fetish joint. A black woman in a sheath dress was practicing on a piano, while waitresses in trim little uniforms were setting the tables and getting the chairs down.
Sweet and her posse followed Stoner and his two associates to a large corner table where a knockout blonde was waiting along with a pretty East Indian girl in red latex.
"Shakira?!" Yoshiko gasped.
"Mama-san Roper!!!" Shakira gulped, getting to her feet and trying to pull at the short hem of her minidress.
"You two know each other?" Sweet asked Yoshiko as Paige asked the same thing of Shakira as everybody else kept looking back and forth between the two.
"Shakira,"Yoshiko said quietly. "If I may have a word with you? Privately!"
"Yes, Mama-san." Shakira got up from her seat and followed Yoshiko over to a quiet corner of the bar. Everybody else who was still standing sat down at the table to join Paige and Kira.
A waitress came over. "What'll be?"
"Ummm... Scotch rocks," Jeb said.
"Seven and seven," Sweet said.
"Two Coronas and two tequila shooters," Lil Dike said, answering also for Crescent Moon.
"Another Foster's, luv!" Kira said.
"Black Russian," Stoner said. As the waitress took off, he stood up.
"Where do you think you're going?" Sweet growled.
"Gotta drain the weasel," Stoner replied. "You wanna come with me and hold it for me?"
He was still snickering when Jeb stood up and got in his face. "Hey, asshole. Don't talk to the lady like that."
"Uhhh... okay." He shrugged and meandered over to where the restrooms were.
"Nicely done," Paige said as he sat down.
"You must be Paige Torne," Jeb said.
She nodded. "And you are?"
"You know who I am," Jeb replied. "Our mutual friend Drew Thrasher told you all about me."
"Indeed she did, Mr. Stuart." Paige sipped her drink. "But she was only trying to help an innocent girl get a new life. Where is Drew, by the way?"
"Kidnapped, along with Tai Anne Roper," Jeb answered. "First by a Saudi merc group called the Fist of Allah, then retaken by a couple of white slavers named Fiendly and Wenche."
"Damn!" Paige whispered. "Do you know where they are?"
"We haven't had time to figure that out," Sweet said. "We've been too busy playing your little reindeer games."
Paige looked at the other pretty blonde sitting at the table. "And you must be Gwen Sweet of the SFPD."
"You know it."
"Okay," Paige sighed. "Truth is, I saw anybody interested in Jessica McClintock as a potential threat. That went for Tai Anne, Mr. Stuart here and even Iwana Binder. But now that some... heavy players, have entered the game, maybe it's time for us to work together."
"Gee, y'think?" Jeb said sarcastically.
Suddenly, Kunta Kintare came running up to the table.
"Mistress!!!"
"What is it, dear?" Paige asked calmly.
"I don't know if..." she looked around the table at the others.
"What is it?!"
"Iwana Binder is missing!" Kunta said. "I then went to Crowe's place to see if he had a visual on her... and he was missing! And also, I can't contact Taffy!"
"Damnation!" Paige hissed.
"Everything has been worked out!" Shakira said, walking back to the table arm in arm with Yoshiko. "All is well!"
"The hell it is!" Paige snarled, which is just when the waitress arrived with the tray full of drinks.
"So who's the Black Russian?" the waitress asked.
***
The Black Russian --or rather, the guy who ordered the Black Russian-- was still in the men's room, halfway through a rather potent joint of Maui Wowie.
Harry Stoner sighed and stubbed out what was left and placed the roach in a coat pocket. He then went to one of urinals, unzipped and sighed with contentment as he let the waters flow.
"Hi there, Harry," a sultry woman's voice growled in his ear. "I tole you Ah'd be seein' you real soon."
Harry Stoner closed his eyes. He suddenly knew exactly how Wiley Coyote felt hearing that one ton Acme wrecking ball whistling down from above.
He started to turn around, but Iwana Binder placed a hand on his shoulder. "Naw, go ahead an' finish up.... might be awhile 'fore you can piss standing up again."
Stoner finished and zipped up. "Now babe..."
Iwana kidney punched him hard. He was still gasping when she wheeled him about and punched him equally hard in the gut, then lined him up for a right and a left and another right to the face.
Harry Stoner gargled on blood and teeth but still managed to scream as Iwana kicked him in the balls. She held him up against the urinal as she frisked him and came up with a blue steel, snubnosed .38 Colt revolver.
"Y'know, Inspector," Iwana said. "Ah can almost forgive Paige... 'n even Taffy 'n Kunta. Hell, they were jus' doin' their j-o-b's. But you... Fuck, you're a cop! A brother in blue... and you sold me --another cop-- down the fuckin' river for fuckin' money!"
"Iwawah..." Stoner burbled.
Iwana brought the gun to his face. "Now who else is out there? Paige? Her bitch Kunta?"
"Yeth... yeth!" Stoner moaned. "Puhleeaze..."
"Shut the fuck up." Iwana jammed the snub barrel of the revolver deep into his mouth and cocked back the hammer. "Now, you give me one good reason why Ah can't but yore brains all over this tile."
"Ith ainth loadeth," Stoner burbled.
"Huh?" Iwana frowned and pulled the trigger, getting a hollow snap. She withdrew the gun and flicked open the cylinder. The .38 was indeed empty.
"Motherfuck!" Iwana hissed.
"I haven't carried live ammo since 1972," Stoner said.
"You sorry ass muthafuckah!" Iwana punched him some more until she had to step back because he was bleeding all over her leathers.
Stoner slipped to the tile floor, unconscious. Iwana looked down at him.
"Now what am Ah gonna do with this sorry azz piece 'a shit?" she muttered. Suddenly it came to her. What does one do with any piece of shit?
She picked him up by his tie and dragged him inside one of the toilet stalls.
***
"Okay, everybody just calm down!" Jeb said, taking a gulp of his drink. "Let's see if we can't figure this out!"
"Is Jessica still here?" Paige asked.
"Yes, Mistress," Kunta answered. "I checked on her and then doubled her guard."
"Maybe whoever took Tai Anne last night, is the same one who took Iwana," Kira asked.
"Not possible," Shakira said. "Since I am being the one who took Tai Anne last night!"
"You took her?" Kunta asked.
"Excuse me!" Yoshiko said over the din. "But seeing as I have known Iwana Binder since she was 16 years old, I have my own theory."
"What?" Paige asked.
"For starters, no one took her away," Yoshiko said. "She escaped your captivity on her own."
"Then where is she?" Paige asked.
"Still here," Yoshiko replied. "The Iwana I know, would never just leave... without first taking her revenge."
"Yikes!" Crescent Moon whispered.
"Who would Iwana be after?" Sweet asked.
"Well, me for one," Paige said. "Also Taffy Chu and Kunta here..."
"Me especially," Kunta growled.
"And us!" Lil Dike motioned to Crescent and herself.
"And Harry Stoner," Paige craned her neck. "Where the hell is he anyway? He still in the men's room?"
"Maybe he fell in," Sweet said.
"I guess... somebody better check on him," Paige said.
"Not us!" Moon and Dike said in stereo.
"I'll go," Jeb said, getting up. "I gotta take a whiz anyway..."
He stopped though as a leatherclad figure entered the bar from the far alcove and started towards their table.
"Oh shit," Moon and Dike muttered together, hugging each other.
One of the tuxedoed bouncers sensed trouble and tried to intercept her. He got a fist to the throat and an elbow to the nose for his trouble.
Cape swirling behind her, Iwana Binder made it to their table.
"Someone gonna get me a drink?" she asked.
"Oh, waitress!" Jeb called. He gallantly offered Iwana his seat.
"Thank you, Jeb," Iwana sat down as the waitress approached. "Double Bourbon, neat."
The waitress hurried off. Iwana pulled off the cape, revealing her bald head. Her skintight leathers shined and emphasized her fine, curvy body.
"Ah hear you came to get me, Sweet," Iwana said. "Thank you, sistahblue."
Sweet shrugged. "I'm a cop, you're a cop. You would've done the same for me."
Iwana looked at Jeb. "You too?"
"Yeah," Jeb replied.
"And me as well, Iwana-chan," Yoshiko said, getting up from the darkness to come to her side and hold her tightly.
"My Mama-san!" Iwana cried into her shoulder, accepting her warm hug. "What the hell are you doing here!"
"I came to town to find Tai Anne, and now I am here to help you."
Iwana's drink came. She slugged the double Bourbon down like it was weak tea.
"And what about mah sistahgrrl?"
"Tai Anne and Drew Thrasher are both being held captive by Fiendly and Wenche, who have also incurred the wrath of a Saudi mercenary squad named The Fist of Allah," Jeb said.
"So why ain't you out findin' her?" Iwana asked.
"I have my people looking for her," Jeb said. "But so far we have no idea where they are."
"Then it don't matter if Ah stick around here a little whiles longer, does it?"
Paige shifted uncomfortably. "What do you have in mind, Iwana?"
Iwana chuckled and looked at her. "You bitch. You didn't just try t'keep me captive... you tried to make me yore fuckin' slave for life."
"Iwana..."
Iwana started to get up, which is when Kunta Kintare stood up in front of Paige.
"Not so fast, baby," Kunta said. "You want Mistress Paige, you are going to have to go through me first."
Oh, bitch..." Iwana smiled. "Ah wuz hopin' you would say somethin' like that!"
"You wanna fight?" Kunta asked. "You got it."
Jeb looked from one to the other. Two black women, one tall and strong and the other a goddamned Amazon a good half a head taller.
"Ah want it," Iwana said.
"Now hold it right there, both of you!" Paige said. "You two girls wanna duke it out? Fine! But we do it the right way... in the squared ring!"
"The what?" Sweet asked.
"We have a regulation wrestling ring in one of the party rooms on the main floor," Kira said. "I could have it set up in ten minutes."
"Fine with me," Kunta said.
"Let's do it." Iwana said.
"And if I win," Kunta said. "You walk your ass outta here."
"And if Ah win," Iwana said. "I get to have ten minutes alone with Paige."
Kunta hesitated, Paige didn't. "Deal," she said.
"Excuse me." Jeb stood up. "As the lone surviving male at this table, I have to point out that this is stupid in the extreme! We should be working together to find Tai Anne Roper and Drew Thrasher! Not organizing some bizzaro WWF match between Iwana and..."
"Kunta Kintare."
"Exactly!" Jeb said.
"Jeb this ain't 'bout you," Iwana said. "I be grateful yore here, but if you wanna go, then go."
Silence.
"Fifteen minutes from now, ladies," Paige said. "Main floor, ringside. Kira, show Iwana and her posse where to set up."
As Paige's crew trooped out, Kunta blew a kiss at Iwana. "Til then, baby."
Iwana smiled. "Seeya, and Ah wouldn't wanna be ya!"
***
Inspector Michelle Qwan walked through the mansion that had once belonged to Samarkand and The Marquis. Feds were everywhere, poking their noses in every nook and cranny.
She knew Samarkand had already been taken away and The Marquis had escaped with a hostage. But Qwan was more interested in the lone witness they had found. Lisa Panelli, a 19 year old SF resident and 'party girl' who had gotten in too deep with these white slavers.
The SF paramedics had just finished with her, and she sitting at a chair in the den. wearing a pair of blue hospital scrubs they had given her.
"Hi there." Qwan sat down next to her, placing a cold bottle of spring water next to her. "I'm Inspector Michelle Qwan of the RCMP, Currently on detached service with the ICPO."
"The what?" Lisa took a long drink from the bottle.
"Interpol," Qwan said. "The men who kidnapped you were international felons. You were lucky we found you."
"I know," she put the water down, her hand still shaking. "It was awful!"
"Is there anything you can tell me about their plans?"
"Sure!" Lisa nodded. "Both these guys were a couple of chatty kathies!" She took a deep breath. "Both this Samarkand and this Marquis guy were her to kidnap a girl called Jessica McClintock. They were working for a guy named Joe Weskler. They hired these two guys Fiendly and Wenche to do it, but I only saw Fiendly. He was here today to tell Samarkand that he had taken these other two girls away from another group Samarkand had hired. When Samarkand asked Fiendly for these two girls back, Fiendly told him to fuck off, that he was keeping them!"
Qwan nodded. "Did you hear the names of the two girls who got kidnapped?"
"Yeah... um, Tai Anne Roper and... Drew Thrasher."
Qwan tried to keep her poker face even as she felt her eyebrows crawling up her forehead. "And did you hear who this 'other' group Samarkand had hired was?"
"Yeah... The Fist of Allah. When Samarkand heard about that plane landing in Hawaii, he called them up and blamed everything on Fiendly."
"Last question," Qwan asked. "Did Samarkand, or the Fist of Allah know where Fiendly is?"
"Nope. Samarkand said these Fist guys hadda find them themselves."
"Thank you, Lisa," Qwan said. "You've been a big help."
Qwan smiled and left her the bottle of water. She walked away and looked out the balcony at the late afternoon as she quick called a number on her cell.
"RCMP, Vancouver. Mui."
"David, Qwan here. Lemme talk to the Super."
"Roger that."
A beat later she heard the voice of her boss, Superintendent Peter McCracken. Besides being the boss of the Criminal Investigations Section, he too had bonafides with the ICPO. "Michelle, I hear you got the bastard!"
"One of them," Qwan answered. "And he was a bad boy stateside, so it might be twenty years before we get him extradited."
"That's okay, Canada has the time. He doesn't."
"Pete, do me a favour, will you?" Qwan asked. "I know that the ICPO is running at least forty undercover ops around the Pacific Rim, with at least six here in San Francisco. Could you have a looksee at their UC Control files and see if any keywords show up on a search mode?"
"I can have an unofficial looksee," McCracken replied. "Can't your FBI friends assist you?"
"Me? Hah! I'm only an observer!"
"Okay, give me those search keywords."
"Tai Anne Roper. Drew Thrasher. Fiendly. Wenche. Fist of Allah. Jessica McClintock."
"Got 'em," McClintock said. "Fist of Allah, huh?"
"Yessir."
"I'll expedite this. Be careful down there, Michelle."
"Will do, Pete." Qwan clicked off and went out to beg a ride back to the Federal Building where her rental was still parked.
***
The Mark Hopkins was yet another Grand Old Hotel of San Francisco. Nineteen stories tall and built in 1926 in a mix of French and Spanish architecture, it was located on California and Mason at the top of Nob Hill, giving its well paying guests one hell of a view of The City.
Dr. Fiendly pulled his Lincoln Towncar to a halt, getting out with his black bag in hand. He tossed the valet his keys and hurried up the steps and into the crowded lobby where a black tie and formal wedding reception was taking place.
He snitched a flute of champagne from a silver tray and nearly gagged after the first swallow. Domestic! Good Lord! He popped an Altoids in his mouth to get rid of the taste.
"Can I help you, Sir?" the concierge asked from behind his desk.
"Dr. Pennington Smythe," he replied. "I have an appointment with the guest on eighteen."
"Just so. Please take the express elevator to that floor. I will let them know you are coming."
Fiendly nodded and crossed the lobby. He saw a silver tray of caviar and decided not to risk another assault on his palate.
The lift took him like a shot up to eighteen. He stepped out into the corridor to find two women waiting for him with crossed arms and serious faces.
Both were tall, statuesque, muscled women, with arms and legs like corded steel. Both looked like sleek predators in short and very tight black knit minidresses that hugged every crevice and curve. One was blonde, with very blue eyes, and the other was a black woman of deep, almost African complexion, with a short fade cut.
"Walk this way," Blondie ordered. As the two slinked down the corridor in their nosebleed heels, Fiendly killed an impulse to repeat a scene from Young Frankenstein and slink down the corridor as well.
Blondie tapped on the door to the suite at the end of the hall and entered.
The first thing Fiendly noticed was the cold. Ye Gods! It had to be almost freezing in the entire suite! He huffed once and saw his breath drift away.
He also noticed the lack of direct lighting. There were a few lamps pointed towards the walls, but that was it. The balcony curtains were drawn back to reveal The City below.
A figure sat at a chair by a desk, looking over The City. Another muscled amazon in black knelt beside the figure in the chair, eyes down. She appeared to be Asian, with long, shining black hair.
"Ma'am?" Blondie said. "The doctor is here."
The figure in the chair turned about. Her shadowy profile was unmistakably feminine.
"Thank you, Ivory," she said. She handed a laptop PC to the Asian woman. Her voice was young sounding, but firm. "Take this and have it transcribed, Jade."
"Yes, Ma'am." The Asian woman replied as she rose fluidly and took the PC, striding to another room.
Fiendly looked at the black amazon and smiled. "Let me take a wild guess... Ebony?"
The black woman only glared at him.
"Don't irritate the help, Doctor," The woman sitting in the chair said. "They may have to kill you later."
"Sorry!" he replied.
"I take it you are here for a reason?"
"As a matter of fact, yes," Fiendly said. "I just wanted to let you know I will take possession of dear Jessica by early this evening."
The woman nodded, unable to keep the excitement out of her voice. "And you will be delivering her to me, of course."
"That depends," Fiendly said. He noticed Ivory and Ebony were taking up positions on either side of him.
"On what?"
"Money."
Of course!" The woman chuckled. "That's always the bottom line with you, isn't it Fiendly?"
"Not always," he said pensively. "In this case, I feel it would be in this girl's best interest if she is given to you."
"But if I don't pony up the cash..."
"Then I will be forced to go to the highest bidder," Fiendly said. "But, there are problems with that scenario. I would have to organise the... auction, see to Jessica's continued confinement and safety, and then attempt to remain alive to spend my ill gotten gains."
"So it would be... convenient, if I simply paid you what would otherwise be the highest bid for Jessica." The woman sipped from a glass of iced tea. Even in his three piece suit, Fiendly was freezing.
"Just so," Fiendly replied.
"Look on the table to your left, and you will see a small laptop PC," the woman said. Fiendly did so. "You will notice it is primed to enter a certain sum into your off-shore account in the Caymans. All I have to do is press 'enter'."
Fiendly felt his eyes widen as he saw the amount in the deposit column.
"Deliver to me my Jessica... and I will do so," the woman said. "Do we have a deal?"
"Yes," Fiendly replied, successfully keeping a quaver out of his voice. "I will see you again tonight... with your daughter Jessica in hand."
Chapter Thirty-Six