"Whoa, Sam. It sounds like a lot has turned up since I left for the continent. Let’s take it from the top." He did, jumbling his meetings with Howling Coyote, Dog, and the Australian elf Urdli all together. With amazement, Hart realized that what she’d thought was a more personal level of business was turning out to be an international conspiracy. She hated it when the big boys decided to throw their weight around. Sam was right; if the Tir or the Australian elf were left to clean up the mess alone, there would be trouble. God forbid if the Irish Shidhe or some fire-breathing corporate types got wind of it. Quick, clean, and as quiet as possible was the only way to go. "I’ll get Jenny running yesterday. We’ll need any data we can get. Dodger could help."