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“Yeah? What?” he said with a stunned look on his malevolent face

Toed as we showed our tin

“And?” he said

“Señor Neves,” Diaz said with a courtly little bow, “I know you’re a busy ht be possible to speak with you for five ood for you, we could always come back later with a search warrant and put you out of business”

“Why don’t you come back to my office?” Tomás finally said

“Señor Neves, I thought you’d never ask,” Diaz said

We followed him up the stairs, into a room with a spotless desk and a phone on it There was ain one wall and the cracked door to a bathroom in another

“OK, here we are Happy? So what the hell is this about? A stolen car?” Neves demanded

“Jeez, dog What is it with you? Could you be ruder?” Diaz cried “This ain’t the hood This is Manhattan Beach You’re supposed to say shit like, Would you like a seat, Officer? Can I get you a cold drink, Officer? I mean, if you want to be a businessman, you should watch an episode of Martha Stewart or so”

“Fine Would you like a seat?” Neves said

“There you go No seat, man, but do you mind if I use your facilities to freshen up a little?” Diaz said, holding up his palician about to do a trick

“Whatever,” Neves said

“Thanks,” Diaz said, heading into the can “Cleanliness is next to godliness, you know”

Diaz wasn’t two steps in when he stopped and turned Ehter

“What the—?” Diaz said loudly