"The pleasure's all mine, Zinda." That grip was impressive, and his reaction was plain on his face. He recovered fairly quickly, though. "Private dick, chasing shadows and wiping the tears from my city." He swept his fingers across the brim of his hat and flicked his wrist out. He gave he what he hoped was a winning smile. His old-fashioned savoir-faire had worked with Gaila, maybe he could make it work again.