invisible

"Found her, my liege," Toot reported. "She is a captive and in danger."
Sanya and I traded a look.
"Where?" I asked him.
Toot firmly held up the picture, still in one piece, and two strands of dark hair, each curled into its own coil of rope in his tiny hands. "Two hairs from her head, my liege. Or if it is your pleasure, I will guide you there."
Sanya drew his head back a little, impressed. "They found her? That quickly?"
"People underestimate the hell out of the Little Folk," I said calmly. "Within their limits, they're as good as or better than anything else I know for getting information - and there are a lot of them around Chicago who are willing to help me out occasionally."
"Hail the Pizza Lord!" Toot-toot shrilled.
"Hail the Pizza Lord!" answered a score of piping voices that came from no apparent source. The Little Folk can be all but invisible when they want to be.

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"Admittedly," Sanya said a few minutes later, "normally I do not storm headquarters buildings of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. And in broad daylight, too."
We were parked down the block from the FBI's Chicago office, where Toot had guided us, crouched on the dashboard and demanding to know why Sanya hadn't rented one of the cars that could fly instead of the poky old landbound minivan he had instead. Toot hadn't taken the answer that "cars like that are imaginary" seriously, either. He had muttered a few things in Russian that only made Sanya's smile wider.

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