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"No, this is purely professional," Valentine said. "I need to know about a certain train."
"I deal with dozens of trains a week, man. How am I supposed . . ."
"No, this is right up your alley," Valentine said. "It's a really special train."
"Look, I have a dog. No one to look in on him. He's dying-"
"Listen to the question. A train. A special train, not deposits. All women on board. Routed through Memphis. Some sort of medical test selected them. Maybe joining with similar trains."
Slight hesitation. "I don't know anything about a train like that. Let me go and I'll find out for you-"
Valentine turned to the young women. "Looks like you're going to get to watch after all. Bring it in, Smokey."
Ahn-Kha stepped forward from the opposite end of the table, snuffling and snorting. Rooster tried to look behind himself, but couldn't get his chin around his shoulder.
"What's that?"
Valentine walked to the end of the table and used the saw edge on the pocketknife to split Rooster's pants at the buttock line.
"A big, bull Grog, Rooster."
Valentine winked at Ahn-Kha. The Golden One snuffled and snorted around.
"I don't like this," Rooster said. "I think we sent a train like that north somewhere."
Valentine dipped his hand in the smelly cat offal. "You'd better dig deep in your memory, before our bullyboy gets deep into you, Rooster." Valentine smeared the bloody slime up Rooster's crack.
"You can't mean-"
Ahn-Kha began to paw at Rooster, his giant, long-fingered hands taking a grip on his shoulder. He whined eagerly, like a starving dog begging for dinner.
"He thinks you're a female in estrus, Rooster."
"Holy shit, that's big," Dahra said, as the other two girls' mouths dropped open. "Pimp, my forearm's got nothing on this Grog-"
"Stop him!" Rooster shouted.
"Where?" Valentine said, leaning down and looking him in the eyes. "You're about a minute away from a lifetime with a colostomy bag, if you don't bleed to death. Where?"
Something brushed up between Rooster's spread cheeks. "Laurelton, Ohio. Laurelton!" Rooster shrieked.
"Pull him back," Valentine said, and Ahn-Kha grunted as he came off Rooster's back. Valentine threw down the hood. "Show me on this map!" Valentine said, opening an old, rolled-up state atlas.
He did.
Duvalier lifted the eggplant she'd been working between Rooster's buttocks, sniffed the smeared end, and made a face. The teens giggled.
"There, you've helped yourself out of a jam, Rooster," Valentine said. "Sorry about your dog, but we'll have to keep you here a few months. Once we've checked your destination out, we'll let you go free."
Rooster sagged in his bonds.
"What do they do with the women there?" Valentine asked.
Rooster, his nose planted on 11 Black, said: "I dunno. It's just very important that they arrive healthy. A doctor accompanies each train."
"How many trains?"
"One or two a year. Maybe a hundred total bodies."
