“The guys after me. They insisted I knew about whatever this is," James said. “There's some myth behind it, kind of like Excalibur and Arthur."
“Yeah?" Q eyed it suspiciously. “I read about the figurine. How do you know about it?"
James put down the statue then rubbed his chin. “Our client, the reason I was in Mugatu, wanted me to find this. When I started asking around about it someone assumed I knew more than I did."
“Who is your client?" Madison looked from one man to the other. “Or can't you tell me that."
James snorted. “Client privilege went out the window when bullets flew."
“So who is he and how did you hook up with him?" Q asked. “Doesn't seem like our usual client."
“No, he didn't, but if I get to travel that's good enough for me."
“Maybe you should choose our clients usin
