Chapter 3
I am not a man accustomed to significant delay,” Count Fantabuloso informs me. “However, being a man of business, I am no stranger to exigencies. Please, educate me.”
It’s been a slow few weeks, with no leads and less progress. It’s not that my usual sources know nothing; it’s that they know even less than that. I can’t even find half of them. Iron Jim, a homeless man who hangs out in Trent, is rumored to have OD’ed but I know he’s never used drugs in his life. Billy Millions, who you can always track down by the scent of bullshit surrounding his latest scheme, is nowhere to be found. Janet and Jane, the Wiggs sisters, damn near threw me out of their brothel before I had a chance to step all the way in the door. Even David’s been hanging around less than usual. Johnny Mojo’s st
