<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Copycat?" Cat repeated -- but just as she was gearing up to ask more questions, he continued.  "A warlock."  She said it flatly, the same way she'd have repeated vampire, psychic, or alien from outer space.  "Right."  But the mention of Chicago tickled at her brain.  "David mentioned..." she trailed off, thinking of her ex-partner.  Somehow, the man stayed connected to the goings-on of law enforcement across the nation -- and he'd cautioned her more than once about getting involved in any suspicious cases that might intersect with Chicago.  "How do you know it's a different guy?  What was the motive in Chicago?"  She paused.  "Better question.  Why do you know about it?"<br/>
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She sat back in her chair, her eyes fixed on his.  "Okay.  Cards on the table.  I think you're nuts -- but I'm desperate.  You're the first lead I've had in weeks, and I don't want to walk into another one of those scenes."  She tapped the pocket where she'd stowed the photos.  "So -- I'm going to do that thing people do when they go watch Star Wars or shit -- suspend my disbelief.  So.  What do you need to do to catch a... what did you call him.  Warlock?"</span></span>