Myth 08 – Myth-Nomers by Aspirin, Robert

“But you haven’t eaten anything.”

“I’ll do it tomorrow. Like I said, I don’t relish the thought

of risking another brush with the law… even accidentally.”

Despite his advice to go easy with the police, the Djin

seemed unconcerned.

“Don’t worry. So far it’s been just talk. I mean, what

can they do to you? There’s no law against being polite on

the sidewalk or fainting in a restaurant.”

“They could run that check on me. I’m not wild about

having the police poking around in my affairs.”

The Djin gave me a funny look.

“So what if they do? I mean, it’s annoying, but nothing

to worry about. It’s not like you have a criminal record or

have connections with organized crime or anything.”

I thought about Don Bruce and the Mob. Suddenly, my

work with them didn’t seem as harmless as it had when I

first agreed to take the position as the Mob’s representative

on Deva. Fortunately, no one on Deva except my own crew

was aware of it, and they weren’t likely to talk. Still, with

the way my luck had been running lately, there was no

point in risking a police check. Also, I could see no point

in worrying Kalvin by letting him know what kind of a

powder keg I might be sitting on.

Chapter Nine:

“… You gotta start somewhere.”

-S. MCDUCK

I HAD PLANNED to sleep late the next morning. I mean, I

was eager to locate Aahz and all that, but it was rare that

I had the opportunity to lounge in bed a couple extra hours.

Business had been brisk enough that I usually headed into

the offices early to try to get some work done before the