"Let me guess, you want tears from a virgin guarded by a sleeping dragon. Or no." I snapped my fingers. "A unicorn dwelling up the ass of an ogre."

"One of Rabbi Mandelbaum's tzitzit," Baskerville said.

Ms. Clara frowned. Well, she gave off a frowny vibe. I couldn't really tell in that face mask. "Why do you want one of his knotted tassels?"

"My client wants it. I don't ask questions."

Mandelbaum wasn't going to hand over one of the tzitzit attached to ...