"You mean that? Thanks." I really was grateful. Lennox knew how to pay for a favor. "It's solid, Man. That finger pointing down when she's swearing the husband's up on the roof. Great sight gimmick. It's the most." I began to drift off into a plot.
"Write it down, Kitten."
"What? Oh, I don't have to. Gimmicks like this you never forget."
"Locate anything this morning?"
"Something real odd. Poison-eaters."
"Poison-eaters? You're putting me on."
"No, Jake. I'm not kidding. I'm going to use it for a switch on the tired routine about an unknown killer menacing unknown victims. You know. Who's doing what to who and why."
Lennox spilled his drink.
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing. Go on."