`` i do n't care how you get it , but i want this one 's soul . '' she said that was probably best . `` i do n't feel very good , '' she said , wrapping her arms around my neck . i only have 20 waking days left and i havent achieved much . he watched as the little man spit dark juice into his favorite coffee cup . right there , on his knees in front of me . all of that accepted , what the hell are you doing in phoenix working as a lowly desk detective ? 