Richard continues, “Got any enemies you can think of?”
Klempner turns full-on to look at him, saying nothing, arms folded, tilting his head.
Richard’s eyes rising to the skies, “Alright, wrong question. Can we narrow it down a little? Can we assume for example it's someone with local knowledge?”
Klempner stares into space. “That… is a more useful question. I’ll have to think on it.”
“Richard thumbs at the woman on the screen. “So, what about her? Is she a friend of yours?”
Klempner huffs. “Hardly. She's one of Finchby's. Still…” He chews a lip… “As you say, Finchby’s local.”
“Finchby?” James jolts. “The pimp from down by the docks?”
Klempner blinks. “You know him?”
“He's not on my Christmas card list if that's what you mean, but I know his reputation and…” James rubs the back of hi
