Eva smiled back and shook his hand. "He's not so bad. He's honest and truthful if nothing else." She turned back to Eli and questioned something she had heard before. "Why did someone call asking about Dr.Zhivago?" The call itself seemed random and somewhat unnerving.

"Back about six or seven years ago that cafe building was used as a front for an old German arms dealer names something Mannheim. We never got along all that great but money talks. Businesses come ago, there a dime a dozen, the owners of those buildings hardly ever change. Dr.Zhivago was a code name for cocaine in a move from the early 90's. True Romance I think it was, pretty good little love story. Anyhow I called the guns that one day and it stuck.

"How did he know to call?  Did you leave like a sign or some sort of code? Something all clandestine and spyish?" Eva's voice was getting a little excited.

"Nothing of the sort I'm afriad. Just left my number on a hundred dollar bill. He got the message. Stop asking questions now. Go on and yamer on about something else."  Eli watched as her face went from excitement to deflated in a hurry. There were plenty of questions he would answer, but curiosity was a dangerous and lines had to be drawn somewhere.

They both followed the shitdick with out much of a word. There was no real reason to talk. Outside of idle chatter. "Well shitdick what can you do? I assume your some sort meta or you just some kinda groupie?"

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