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me to run this enterprise.”
    A flash of anger. “I run this enterprise.”
    The woman hid a smile. “Ah, forgive me, Orlando. I meant the part of the enterprise that keeps track of things. So that he can—”
    “So he can count the money we make,” Orzibel said.
    “Be careful, Orlando. Dangerous words lead to dangerous places.”
    Orzibel froze, eyes darting side to side as if fearful of hidden listeners. “I was not speaking against him ,” he said quickly. “I have nothing but respect for his enterprises. He should be praised for having so much money to count.”
    “Which bring us back to Leala, Orlando. Her innocence, her naïveté. That’s what our special client pays big money for, no? Why did you not include her in the parade?”
    “Did you not hear?” Orzibel snapped. “I decided to send Leala to Cho.”
    “But Leala is a virgin, is she not? Worth more money?”
    “Why are you questioning me? You make decisions about the numbers. I make decisions about the product.”
    The woman leaned back in the cushioned chair and regarded Orzibel as if he were a caged animal at a zoo. “Things get a bit hot yesterday, Orlando?” she said after a moment’s reflection. “Just couldn’t control yourself? Again?”
    “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
    “I inspected Leala myself, Orlando. Two days ago she was a virgin. What would my finger find today?”
    “Fuck you,” Orzibel hissed. But at the edges of his eyes, fear.
    The woman’s eyes remained level and unblinking. “What would you do if the Jefé discovered he has lost money because you lost control, Orlando? Could you ever return to pimping runaways collected from parks and bus stations?”
    Orzibel’s hands clenched into fists, his eyes blazing. He seemed to waver between worlds. Then, as if depleted of oxygen, his head slumped forward. He started to speak, but threw his hands up in surrender.
    “I-I had a moment of weakness. It was all a mistake and I humbly beg you to, to …”
    The woman began laughing. “Begging demeans you, Orlando. Plus it’s not sincere.”
    “I am confessing my sins! The girl’s flesh was too beautiful for my will. Something dark came over me and I—”
    “Please, Orlando, you’re turning my stomach. But be assured I will keep my tongue on the matter and you will stay safe from wrath. Go with the girls you have selected. But make sure Chaku stays close during the man’s pleasures. Mr Chalk is truly sick.”
    “Sick is money,” Orzibel muttered, turning for the door. He paused in the entrance. “ Gracias for your silence in the matter of my weak moment. I am in your debt, Amili Zelaya.”
    “Here you go, Carson.” Roy handed me a small box and a file folder bulging with official documents. “You’re officially official. I got you a brand-new shootin’ iron, too, a Glock 17. And your shield.”
    I took the badge and almost moved it to my pocket, but it felt so good I closed my fingers around the metal. “What’s my designation, Roy? You ever figure that one out?”
    He handed me my ID card. I stared. “‘Consulting Investigative Agent, Senior Status’? What’s it mean?”
    Roy grinned like he’d just invented the rainbow. “I’m not quite sure, since you’re the only one. You’re an investigative agent like the crew, but you’re also a full-time consultant like the art and finance guys. It gives you the broadest range of freedom I could buy.”
    “How about ‘Senior Status’?”
    “That’s kinda like four-star general in the pecking order. It means people will want to be nice to you.”
    “The crew?”
    “Well, most people.”
    “What’s this second box?”
    “Gershwin’s party favors. You got ’em for him, you can give ’em to him.”
    I saw a bunch of papers and a holstered nine, the holster stained and the weapon nicked and losing its finish. “OK,” Roy said, “So maybe it’s not a new piece. Tell the kid to keep it in the holster and we’ll do fine.”
    I studied