 when he slyly closed his left optic and just as slyly opened it again. I bent my manly torso over the counter and gave him my undivided attention. Hey, Rogue, hey, you got company, Rogue. Big stuff. Yeah, yeah. Somebody waiting in the office? Yeah, couple of million bucks waiting up there. Angela Mullins. Angela Mullins? Yeah, that's right. That rates a whistle from anyone. She's got plenty of dough, Rogue, money. And if she's looking for a private investigator...