“Hey, June, I just wanted to say again; thanks for helping me out with those rats. Business is back to normal and I’m doing really well again, as usual. You got any problems of your own I can help out with?”

“Well, we’ve been investigating who the fuck tried to jump me at that Italian place the other day, and we think it’s Barakan Company. We’re coming up with dead ends as to where they’re at, though.”

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“Well, that kind of sucks. What do you know about them?”

“They’re basically a bunch of thugs-for-hire that run around with machetes and throwing daggers. Rough men, they tend to be.”

“Oh, you mean those spooky bastards in the gray coats? I think I saw one of ‘em at Harlowe Pub the other day when I was out with some of my other friends. Wasn’t more than a few days ago, actually.”

“That… might be a lead worth investigating. Thanks for the help.”

“Wait, what?”

I hang up before he can finish his question.