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The Wiz nodded at Billy and Sosh but didn’t say anything, didn’t acknowledge the under his breath, but Billy didn’t really care Do your job Keep it simple

They passed by an office, and Billy stopped briefly and looked in It was immaculate—a beautiful anized, on top But no co the place high and low, opening every cabinet, leafing through the pages of books on the shelves, pulling back the carpet, everything

“Hoe doin’?” Billy called out

Katie walked up to hi all the credit for the bust”

Billy shrugged “Did you find anything in the office?”

She shook her head “No records No computer The paper shredder’s even empty There’s a lot of cash, but that’s it”

Not terribly surprising Coes—once created, they could never be truly erased These guys were pros They would have records, of course, but only of the pencil-and-paper variety

“No little black book?” Billy asked

Katie shook her head “No little black book There’s gotta be one But it’s not here”

Billy nodded toward the next rooer”

Theywith a wo woed, thin, with bleached blond hair She earing a sharp blue suit

“Meet Ramona Dillavou,” said Crowley, who looked like he was up past his bedtier of this place Isn’t that right, Ramona?”

“Fuck you,” she said, crossing her arms “I don’t have to say shit to you”

“I read her her rights,” said Crowley, rolling his eyes “I have a feeling she already knew ’em”

Billy approached the woman “Where’s your computer?” he asked