Huh.

It's nice out here.

Good to get away from people.

Ah, they'll take care of the hotel too.

You don't need to worry about that. They've got these

police auctions when there's no clear line of inheritance. They fix the place up, clean up the

bloodstains and whatnot. Looks like a different place. You'd never believe it.

Matter of fact, perhaps I'll put in a bid for myself.

I could give up this line of work, move out here permanent.

Convert the old place into a gourmet fish restaurant.

One of those places that does experimental flavors. The kind

of dishes that shouldn't make sense, but

they do anyway.

Hmm.

Trout and

pineapple.

Prawn and

licorice.

No. You're right.

I wouldn't eat that.

The hotelier doesn't talk, but that's okay.

He just watches me through swollen black button eyes.

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