Kev was my fixer up in the Bay Area. He had access to my own personal insurance fund, a few hundred K, Amero. I’d figureed that I’d cocked it up too far for any of it to do any good. 

Looks like ol’ Kev was able to get something off.

Tags: mini saga, noir, pulp

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