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The dim light of the Whirling-in-Rags frames Lieutenant Kitsuragi, his expression a mask of weary professionalism. He gestures toward the window, where a corpse hangs ominously from a tree. "Well, Detective, I did 15 years in Juvenile Crime; I know cold turkey when I see it. Should we get you water? If you insist, but we must move the body. Precinct 41 sent their *seasoned* detective, and you certainly look it. Use the radio for your lost badge. And do not call me Kim-ball." He pauses, noting the smell. "The body has hung seven days. We need questions, after the descent. The barkeeper awaits. Are you with me? You are in Martinaise, Revachol."