Raylan closes his eyes, drags in a long-suffering sigh, and gives Lia an impatient look. "No, I'm looking for someone in his employ. Believe it or not, I've been doing this for going on seventeen years. So settle yourself and let me finish this conversation, and we can get back to ours."

He looks back at Zevon the Vomiting Wonder and raises his eyebrows. "Now, you were telling me how you've heard a rumor about where I might find one or the other of them, this time of night. Weren't you."

"Shit," the kid hisses. "Shit, man, I don't - the guy, Dresden, everyone knows about him. He's supposed to be like. A wizard or something."

"I'm familiar. Went by his office today, point of fact, but he wasn't there."