As if on cue, the door opened and the doc walked out. She’d introduced herself as Doctor Mary Dacia, but Falcon knew the street had mangled her name to Doc Dicer. She was small and thin, with short-chopped red hair and big expressive eyes. Kinda cute, Falcon thought, particularly with those bodacious rockets. Or she would have been cute if she hadn’t been so old —easily more than twice his age.