Hiding sounded like a good idea to Andy right now. He found SpellMan’s good-natured advice as bewildering as his mystic pronouncements. In some ways, the seedy little shaman was more unnerving than shadowrunners who threatened your life. Andy wondered how he could ever have wanted to be a shaman. Shamans weren’t all like SpellMan, were they? Sam Verner wasn’t. Or was he? Verner was a shadowrunner, too, and the shadowrunners Andy had met hadn’t been like those he’d dreamed about; he remembered that much about them.