Book3:WereMyDreamIs

asthealteregoofVio,cametobetogetherwithMr.Finger,whoseappearandfigurehadbeenpletelyged.Hewonderedhowtheycouldhaveappearedattheveryspotheatrolling.Justthenfrombehindhimcamethesoundofacarapproag.Itwashisfriendandpartner’soldrundoywheretheonlythingthatdidnotmakeahehorn.Hearingthreewhistles,theirpre-arrangedsignal,Jamazcameoutoftheshadeandrantowardsthecar.Richardwasstillhisdilly-dallyselfasifhedidn’tgiveadamnaboutanythingatalndasked,

    “Heybro,howarethingsgoinghere?”JamaztoldhimaboutmeetingSalinaandMr.Fingerhereatthisveryspot.“Hmm”saidRichard,“Mr.Kaffeehasreallyseenalotoftheworldandisshrewd,craftyandveryexperienced.Earlythismhesaidthathesmelledsomethingunusualintheair,thatsomethingwasbrewinga