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security round the clock, and even for D it must’ve proved moderately difficult to sneak in, but there was no time to waste in taking care of the dirty old man.
    However, he hadn’t known Balcon would be going to the penthouse, and when he got over onto the roof, it was purely good fortune that he ran into the pig of a man coming out of the elevator. After the madam left, the Hunter had knocked out the bodyguard and followed the fat man into the penthouse. Only someone with D’s ungodly skill could’ve kept Balcon from hearing any change in the sound of the footsteps to his rear.
    But D’s feet came to a sudden halt then.
    Shocked, May leapt off to one side and hid behind the iron pillar of what seemed to be a laser antenna. Though she looked as hard as she could, she couldn’t make out anything aside from the prone figure.
    But then that shadowy figure got right up. The motion was so fluid, it almost seemed he must’ve laid down on purpose from the very start. Without a second to lose, there was a flash from his right hand. Although the knives flew with the speed of a swallow, it was perfectly natural coming from the bodyguard in whom Balcon had had such complete trust. But D batted one after another aside with his bare hands, catching the very last in his left hand and using it to split the bodyguard’s head like a piece of bamboo before hurling it off into the darkness to one side.
    Just before a cry of pain rang out, a cloudlike mass blowing into D’s face was painted red by the torchlight. In a heartbeat D made a massive leap back, but it was too late to avoid the trails of the red cloud that streamed off his chest and other parts of his torso.
    â€œHow do you like them apples? I did it, D!” a voice called out from somewhere in the distance as a man in a cape stepped unsteadily from behind a row of gas cylinders.
    It was easy to see in that haggard face so near to death the features of the man he’d once referred to as Crimson Stitchwort.
    â€œGot you with my mist, didn’t I? It can get through any kind of clothing . . . work its way into your body . . . And in no time . . . it’ll take root, D . . .”
    And then the man who’d been run through the heart finally gave up the ghost, tumbling forward to fall on his face.
    No doubt he was the one who’d breathed new life into the unconscious bodyguard. Having escaped the
coup de grace
from D back in the Shabara Canyon, Crimson Stitchwort was caught in the massive collapse and injured almost to the point of death, yet to have his revenge on D and the baron, he’d latched onto Balcon and come all this way. But D had no way of knowing all of this. And since Crimson Stitchwort had surely never dreamed he’d run into D here of all places, it was yet another strange coincidence.
    â€œD—are you okay?” May asked as she raced toward him.
    â€œStay back,” D commanded her sharply just as the elevator doors opened to spill light and human shapes out onto the rooftop.
    The three men who swiftly fanned out in a semicircle around D and May were guards at the establishment. And behind them was an even larger figure that seemed to oppress the very darkness with his towering form.



“You’ve got real nerve and skill sneaking into Fisher Lagoon’s. I don’t suppose I could trouble you for your name before we tear into you?”
    Having said this much, a certain astonishment suddenly seemed to fill the giant. And not just him, but the three guards as well.
    Just then, a shift in the wind’s direction sent the torch flames illuminating D’s face off in another direction, allowing his handsome features to sink back into darkness. However, that had more than sufficed.
    â€œMy oh my, what a pretty boy we’ve got here,” the giant said, and then he suddenly realized something. “Oh, so you’d be—D? Ah, just goes to show you can’t believe everything you