Skater’s mind reeled at the news. The Johnson had said nothing about Coleman January coming in as a fresh corpse, delivered to the funeral home by a DocWagon emergency services vehicle. That put the run in a whole new light, and increased the danger quotient by an unknown amount. He wondered who’d aced January and how deep that might put his team into drek. While his thoughts raced, the troll thriller with the monofilament whip lashed out at the air-conditioning unit. In trained hands, the molecule-thin whip could carve a man to pieces.