Still, he was the only entree into the Honolulu shadow community I had at the moment. If I could figure a way of getting him to put the word out—while keeping it from the various and assorted hard-men who wanted to see me dead—I'd have to do so. That was going to take some thought . .. which, in turn, was going to require some sleep. My brain was soya-paste. I reached out to power down the telecom . . .