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A dark night, just like every night in Bay 12. Some fella stumbles out of a juice joint, general discussion in the air... just some suit, picking his way through the rain, and another gin-soaked evening. He tries to flag a cab but it rolls on, stopping in front of my office to let out a lone pair of gams in a red dress. There's plenty to keep a doll out late in this town, but something caught my eye... like she was missing something. Or someone.
She let herself in, carefully. "Is this 'Sollivan and Fugue'?"
I gave a quick nod to my left, to the empty desk covered in paper. "Afraid it's just Sollivan now, miss."
"Very well, Sollivan... or should I call you Soli?"
Dames. I didn't have to know her to see where this was going. "Let's not mince words, miss. What's your trouble? The fat cats give you the drift, and your troubles got you looking for some small-time mugs to solve 'em?"
"No,"
she shook her head. "No, word around town is you and your partner were the best, when it came to matters of Tech Support."
"Sorry, doll. If you've got your bytes in a bungle, you're chinning to the wrong fella. I don't take on software work. Not after... not anymore."
She took a damp envelope out of her handbag, and pushed it across my desk. "Then maybe this will change your mind. Either way, IBM sends their regards."
With that, she walked out of my life just as suddenly as she'd walked in... and I didn't have to read anything to know it was going to be a long night.