As Nesbitt's beady eyes narrowed and his donut-sugared lips began to tremble, a ringing came from that Catspaw wingtip.
"Hey, Lieutenant, are you all Gettin' Smart down at the precinct?"

"Wise guy," he muttered, struggling with the laces so he could answer before the Chief got mad.

"Hey, those aren't Bruno Magli's, are they? And since when did you take to wearin' tight leather gloves?"

"Shaddup!" Nesbitt snarled, as he waddled off to confab with his boss.

My hands were shakin' and sweaty... I had to get to a laptop, a cyber cafe, a public library... anything to get back online and see what was happenin'. Will could have refreshed that thread by now, and for all I knew, it could have the answer about Jackie. With that ammunition, I could save Baby... maybe even save myself.