THE BIG MEOW / Duane -- 1
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The light in the back room shifted and mellowed as lunchtime passed; the writers at the other tables drank their cocktails, packed up their briefcases and bookbags and went away: and still the People and the Silent Man and Helen Walks Softly sat and talked, the Silent Man scribbling on his pad every now and then for the sake of appearances. There had been much more cream after the initial shock wore off, and some more wine, and finally some lunch. The food had been wonderful, but Rhiow, watching the restrained and regretful way in which Urruah was washing his face after the meal, could see that he hadn't had the inclination to do the kind of justice to his raw liver that he'd originally intended. She felt sorry for him again…but once more, she had to admit that they all had a lot more to think about at the moment than food. Helen lifted her second glass of wine as the Silent Man drank about half his fifth cup of coffee at a gulp. "You should really cut back on that," she said. "It's going to make a mess of your nerves." They're a mess already, the Silent Man said. And this beats the alternative. But he put the cup down. Look, I could use a map of this, and a timeline. It's been too much bad news at once. Helen nodded and started moving plates and glasses around on the table, and pushed off to one side the gloves she'd shed when the food arrived. "Six more murders," Arhu said. "And all 'unaffiliated' ehhif, out-of-pride types…" "Transients," Helen said, "or people who had no relatives or interested others who'd have noticed or cared when they vanished." As she spoke, Helen started drawing with one finger, apparently idly, on the tablecloth; but where her finger passed, precise narrow lines started to show up on the linen, sketching out a bare-bones rendition of the area between downtown and the Hollywood hills, with Wilshire Boulevard the spine of the map, and various cross streets and avenues sprouting out of it on either side, like ribs from that spine. "Here, and here," she said, adding a dot in one spot and another on either side of Wilshire, near the center of downtown, " – these were the first ones. About a month ago. Both males, both apparently long-term vagrants who stayed in residential hotels down in the old Skid Row area, both in their early fifties. They both used all kinds of names at the places where they stayed, so neither has been positively identified. In this man's case, they're still trying to find dental records: in this one's case, there was no way

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