It throws the entire deal into chaos, right?”“Or so Dante thinks.”“Exactly. Maybe he gets all of them but the one who called me today. Maybe h... only gets most of them. But in the end, so long as we have at least one senior person, we’ll make this work.”“So what’s his NEXT move?”“Good question. Some kind of FUD campaign, for sure. Beyond that, I’ll need to think some more about it. Ultimately, though, he can’t get what I’m sure he really wants - Lone Star for a song complete with the source code. Tenants couldn't rideit to the basement, and Earl didn't have a bypass key, so he'd have totake the stairs.Upon entering the stairwell, Earl became aware of a faint, smolderingaroma, not unlike sulfur, perhaps from a matchstick. Someone must havelit a cigarette in the stairwell... but why couldn't he smell tobacco?Already at the door, thoughts of stairwell odors evaporated as hesteeled himself to enter the (hopefully) unoccupied basement. He openedthe door, and was greeted by a foreboding. So once again, Philip decided to leavewell enough alone, even if it meant losing this client, too. Or maybehe could tell her he found her husband to be dead. His body's locationis unknown. Case closed.Then Daisy called. She'd been working as a girl of the night for thepast several weeks and had dug up some information on Philip's originalinvestigation. Something to crack it right back open. She knowseverything, Philip thought.To tell the truth, Philip didn't care at all about the. "They will be here for you at ten in the morning," I said as I had practised the common lingo."Uber, it is then," the kid said.The night went well, a few more silly questions and a few arguments; all in all, it went well. As we closed, Nathan came around to the bar."First game night," he said as I made sure everything was locked up and ready."Yeah," I said. I was still mad at him for putting me back here. Even though I made good tips, I made a lot more tips on the floor."Drink sales were higher.