Ronnie scratched his chin thoughtfully and got down to business. By estimating the velocity with which they'd been thrown, calculating the distance from Flug to the window, the thickness of the glass, which would have slowed them down a tad, factoring in how much the dice weighed, and extrapolating the trajectory they would've taken once they'd left Flug's hand, Ronnie finally came to the conclusion that he didn't have a sodding clue where the bloody things were.
He took a long drag on his cigarette and watched as the smoke dissipated into the night sky. Looking for the missing dice was only a distraction anyway. He quite often stood outside and allowed his thoughts to wander (Stitches reckoned Flug had tried it once, but his thoughts had never come back).
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