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AUGUST 1, 2014
"Frank, Karl Homme's dead," Kurt said over the phone.
Frank sat at a Starbucks cafe a few hundred yards away from the hostel and tried to cure the worst headache of all time with a venti latte and a cheese and ham croissant.
"I have to talk to Alessandra again. The receptionist at Dazzler Hotel says he saw a woman resembling her going in through the reception one hour before I found him dead. She denies that it was her, but I’ve agreed to meet her. I would appreciate it if you were there,” Kurt said.
Frank noticed that he didn't really have any desire or strength, but when he thought about it, there was no point in pretending to be better off sitting in the hostel without doing anything either. He just wanted to fall back to drinking or at best crying himself to slee
