“Dragons running numbers, huh?” Kitredge said, slowly looking his finger near one temple. “So tell me, why ain’t we noticed any giant lizards flapping around midtow runnin’ an illegal lottery, huh?”

“Jinny ‘Stabitha’ Burrows flapped around midtown for three years a block front he precinct,” Petrescu shot back. “I can’t say how she did that either, but catching her was pretty damn good proof.”

“So you gonna catch a dragon for us?” Kitredge snickered. “Get the armorer to really live up to his name and give you a sword?”

“Mark my words, sergeant. Mark them well. No force known to man could’ve made that heat, and using it to smelt gold is like using a howitzer to shoot a mosquito.”

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