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Chapter One

"Specks-specks all over the third panel, see?-no, that one-the second one up from the floor and I wanted to point this out to someone yesterday but a photo shoot intervened and Yaki Nakaner’s name is-a master craftsister the coentle, tiny specks, and they don’t look accidental but like they were somehow done by a machine-so I don’t want a lot of description, just the story, streamlined, no frills, the loho, what, where, when and don’t leave out why, though I’ the distinct impression by the looks on your sorry faces that on’t get answered-now, cooddamnit, what’s the story?"

Nobody around here has to wait long for soned this bar area," JD quietly corrects me "Not, um, Yaki Nakaet me out of this"

"Yoki Nakamuri was approved for this floor," Peyton says

"Oh yeah?" I ask "Approved by who?"

"Approved by, well, eted at Peyton and JD

"Who the fk is Moi?" I ask "I have no fking idea who this Moi is, baby"

"Victor, please," Peyton says "I’m sure Damien went over this with you"

"Damien did, JD Damien did, Peyton But just tell me who Moi is, baby," I exclai"

"Moi is Peyton, Victor," JD says quietly

"I’ "Moi is, um, French"

"Are you sure these specks aren’t supposed to be here?" JD tentatively touches the panel "I mean, maybe it’s supposed to be, oh, I don’t know, in or so these specks are in?"

"Victor-we’ve got a long list of things to check, baby" JD holds up the long list of things to check "The specks will be taken care of Soician waiting downstairs"

"By toht, JD?"