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  “I’m a detective, remember?” Jay said. He cleared himself a space on one end of the sofa and sat down. “Let’s not make this any harder than we have to. I just want to get the hell out of here, check myself into a hospital, and take some serious painkillers for about a month.”

  “So who’s stopping you? Go.”

  “Not till we get something straight. You’re not writing anything about Gregg Hartmann.”

  Digger laughed. “The hell I ain’t. This is the story of my life. I’m writing it all … Syria, Berlin, Mackie Messer, the Crystal Palace, everything.… I’m going to hang him out and watch him twist in the wind. I figure a special issue of Aces with nothing but the Hartmann exposé. Or maybe I’ll sell it to the Washington Post, really show that bimbo Sara Morgenstern a thing or two.” He slapped the computer with his hand. “When this thing comes out, Greggie’ll be lucky if they don’t lynch him.”

  “Real good,” Jay said wearily. “So how many other wild cards will get lynched in his place? Ever think about that?”

  “That’s not my concern,” Digger said. “I’m a journalist, that’s all. I just tell the truth and let the pieces fall where they may.”

  “Yeah,” Jay said. “Funny, the truth wasn’t so important when there was a chance those falling pieces might be coming off your body.” He held up a hand before Downs could interrupt. “Just hear me out,” he said. “I’ve already gone over this with Tachyon. He was right—this is a story that can’t ever be told. There are reasons, Digger.” He went over them, one by one.

  Digger was unmoved. “You’re asking me to be part of a cover-up,” he said when Jay had finished.

  “Real good,” Jay said. “You got it.”

  “No way,” Downs said with righteous indignation. “I got ethics. Besides, what about me? Why the hell should I let Hartmann off easy, he tried to have me killed! Forget it, Ackroyd.”

  “I know who killed Chrysalis,” Jay said. “He’s going to turn himself in tomorrow morning at the Jokertown precinct house. If you agree to drop the Hartmann exposé, you can have that story instead. I’ll arrange for the killer to give you a complete confession before he goes to the police.” Jay had already talked it over with Hiram on the flight home. Hiram had agreed; Hiram was in a frame of mind to agree to most anything that might possibly spare further bloodshed. “It’s quite a story,” Jay said. “It’s got blackmail, drugs, sex, death, aces, jokers, the works. Juicy.” He ought to know. He’d helped Tachyon work out the details. What it didn’t have was any mention of Gregg Hartmann or James Spector. Ti Malice was villain enough. “You can have an exclusive,” Jay promised Digger. “In fact, how’s this, I’ll arrange for the killer to turn himself over to you, and you can deliver him to the cops.”

  For a moment, Digger looked tempted. Then his child’s face screwed up in a frown. “Do I look stupid or what? The Hartmann thing is headlines coast to coast, talk shows, books, hell, a Pulitzer for sure, maybe a Nobel. No way am I gonna swap that for some penny-ante Jokertown murder. I mean, gimme a break, Chrysalis? Who cares? She’s just another dead joker.”

  “I’ll throw in some money,” Jay said.

  Digger got indignant. “Hey, I don’t take bribes, you got it? You can just keep your goddamned money, the American public has a right to know the truth.”

  Jay sighed deeply. He was running out of ammunition. “Okay,” he said. “Have it your way.” He stood up. “Once you run your little scoop, it’s going to get real cold out there for wild cards, but if you think you can stand the chill, hey, who am I to argue?” He started for the door.

  “Me?” Digger said. “Why should I have to stand the chill?”

  Jay turned and looked back at him. “You’re an ace, aren’t you?” he said innocently. He touched a finger to the side of his nose and raised a meaningful eyebrow.

  “But no one knows that,” Digger said.

  Jay smiled.

  “You wouldn’t,” Digger said, horrified. “I told you that in confidence, man. If anyone found out, I could be in a world of shit.”

  “So true,” Jay said sympathetically. “You know, if it was up to me, I’d just as soon keep a lid on it, but…” He shrugged. “The American public has a right to know the truth.”

  His hand was on the doorknob when Digger called out after him. “Ackroyd.”

  Jay looked back over his shoulder. “Yeah?”

  Downs regarded him thoughtfully. “How much money?” the reporter asked.

  MIDNIGHT

  They stopped at the Red Apple Rest, a twenty-four-hour restaurant on Route 17. Brennan got out and went inside.

  “I need seventeen cheeseburgers, twelve foot-long hot dogs with chili, three with mustard and sauerkraut, twenty-six large fries, fifteen Cokes, ten Seven-Ups, and one large coffee. Black.”

  “Jesus, mister,” the counterman said, “what ya got in your van, a pack of starving animals or something?”

  “Just a few friends,” Brennan said, laying his money on the counter.

  Brennan turned as the counterman went to fill his order, and looked back over the parking lot. The moon had nearly set. Hanging on the rim of the horizon, it looked to Brennan like a skull, smiling. It took little imagination to add eyes of deepest blue and lips of coral red. He smiled back as it slipped below the horizon, and said softly, “Good-bye.”

  CLOSING CREDITS

  STARRING

  created & written by

  Jay (Popinjay) Ackroyd

  George R. R. Martin

  Daniel (Yeoman) Brennan

  John Jos. Miller

  CO-STARRING

  created by

  Jennifer (Wraith) Maloy

  John Jos. Miller

  Thomas (Digger) Downs

  Steve Perrin

  Hiram Worchester

  George R. R. Martin

  Ti Malice

  John Jos. Miller

  The Oddity

  Stephen Leigh

  Dr. Tachyon

  Melinda M. Snodgrass

  Mother and her Children

  John Jos. Miller

  FEATURING

  created by

  Charles Dutton

  Walton Simons

  Lazy Dragon

  William F. Wu

  Ezili je Rouge

  John Jos. Miller

  Det. 3rd Grade Thomas Jan Maseryk

  Chris Claremont

  Det. 2nd Grade Harvey Kant

  Walter Jon Williams

  Big Joe Jory

  John Jos. Miller

  Quasiman

  Arthur Byron Cover

  Father Squid

  John Jos. Miller

  Fadeout

  George R. R. Martin

  Sascha Starfin

  John Jos. Miller

  WITH

  created by

  Doug Morkle (Durg Morakh)

  Victor Milan

  Elmo Schaeffer

  John Jos. Miller

  Jack (Golden Boy) Braun

  Walter Jon Williams

  Billy (Carnifex) Ray

  John Jos. Miller

  Robert (Bludgeon) Seivers

  George R. R. Martin

  Tripod

  John Jos. Miller

  Nephi (Straight Arrow) Callendar

  Walter Jon Williams

  Stigmata

  Stephen Leigh

  Squisher

  John Jos. Miller

  Jube (Walrus) Benson

  George R. R. Martin

  Doughboy

  Victor Milan

  Charm

  George R. R. Martin

  Wyrm

  John Jos. Miller

  Mackie Messer

  Victor Milan

  SPECIAL APPEARANCE BY

  created by

  Chrysalis

  John Jos. Miller

  The Wild Cards Universe

  The Original Triad

  Wild Cards

  Aces High

  Jokers Wild

  The Puppetman Quartet
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  Aces Abroad

  Down and Dirty

  Ace in the Hole

  Dead Man’s Hand

  The Rox Triad

  One-Eyed Jacks

  Jokertown Shuffle

  Dealer’s Choice

  Double Solitaire

  Turn of the Cards

  The Card Sharks Triad

  Card Sharks

  Marked Cards

  Black Trump

  Deuces Down

  Death Draws Five

  The Committee Triad

  Inside Straight

  Busted Flush

  Suicide Kings

  The Fort Freak Triad

  Fort Freak

  Lowball

  High Stakes

  ABOUT THE AUTHORS

  GEORGE R. R. MARTIN is the author of the international bestselling A Song of Ice and Fire series, which is the basis for the award-winning HBO series Game of Thrones. Martin has won the Hugo, Nebula, Bram Stoker, and World Fantasy Awards for his numerous novels and short stories. Visit his website at georgerrmartin.com, or sign up for email updates here.

  JOHN JOS. MILLER is best known for his involvement as a contributor to the Wild Cards universe. He also wrote GURPS Wild Cards, a supplement for the GURPS role-playing system.

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  CONTENTS

  Title Page

  Copyright Notice

  Dedication

  Monday: July 18, 1988

  Tuesday: July 19, 1988

  Wednesday: July 20, 1988

  Thursday: July 21, 1988

  Friday: July 22, 1988

  Saturday: July 23, 1988

  Sunday: July 24, 1988

  Monday: July 25, 1988

  Closing Credits

  The Wild Cards Universe

  About the Authors

  Copyright

  This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the authors’ imagination or are used fictitiously.

  WILD CARDS VII: DEAD MAN’S HAND

  Copyright © 1990 by George R. R. Martin and the Wild Cards Trust

  All rights reserved.

  Cover art by Michael Komarck

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  George R. R. Martin, Dead Man's Hand

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