Two hours later, Viper in hand, Tikki steps into a bedroom paneled in some black shiny stuff like sateen. Little motes like stars twinkle on the ceiling. Music like an ethereal chorus plays softly from around the room. Lying asleep in the big red-hued bed is a large two-leg male with dark brown skin and black hair. His name is Clutch. He became one of Castillano’s Boston contacts only recently. He was thought to be reliable. Beside him lies a two-leg female with blue razor-cut hair and light brown skin. This female lifts her head and looks, lunges up, and, snarling, comes charging straight at Tikki.