On the Other Hand, Death Page #3

who first got me

interested in politics.

After I left

the seminary

and went to college,

I had no idea

what I wanted to do.

So you were

a good boy, huh?

Not always

such a good boy.

Stop that.

Well. Here's

to bad boys then, huh?

And to bad girls.

I'll drink

to that.

Okay.

Down!

Wait!

Don!

Hey, a**hole!

I see you, you son of a b*tch!

Come here!

Come here!

Everybody all right?

Yeah, yeah.

Everybody's fine.

- Did... Did you see who it was?

- No.

But I tell you, it didn't look like

some kid's prank, though.

Oh, God.

It's okay.

Morning!

Hey,

we get anything

on this mystery

client of ours?

I don't know.

Does his picture count?

You got his picture?

I remembered

there's a security camera

in the parking lot,

so I contacted

the guard service,

and they got me this.

Kenny Kwon...

good job.

As if the face and body

weren't enough.

There's a mind

to go with it, too.

He wrote back.

"I am traveling

in Taiwan this week.

Please e-mail me

the report as arranged."

Okay. Send him back

a message.

Just say

everything's fine.

Nothing suspicious.

We can keep him

online that way.

But I thought you were

supposed to contact Bailey

the second this guy

contacted you.

I will. Eventually.

First, I'd like to figure out what

this undercover cop's been investigating.

If we can figure out

who's got the most to lose,

maybe that'll lead us

to our mystery man.

Why do you even care?

We got paid.

I don't like being

made a fool of.

You know, go over my notes

from when I was tailing the cop.

Maybe you can figure out

what she's been working off now.

You realize

this is only

asking for trouble.

We don't pick

our fights, Kenny.

They pick us.

Where you going?

I'm heading

out to Hollis,

see if I

can help those ladies

figure out

who's harassing 'em.

Aw, that's sweet...

Private Eye

Donald Strachey

taking time out of his

busy crime-fighting schedule

to save two helpless

little old ladies.

We should

just move!

Then they win!

So what?

So what?

Maybe we win, too!

Maybe... Maybe we could go

to Vermont like we always wanted to

and start that

bed and breakfast.

Or... Or we could

take a year off,

- or we could go to Italy, Spain!

- No!

I've already

told you,

when we do

any of those things,

we are going to do them

on our own terms

and not because

some f'ing jackass

has spooked us

into leaving.

Fine. Have it

your way.

Talk to her,

would you please?

You always

fold the cards!

You do it

every time.

Whatever happens,

I'm not leaving

till we get it

figured out.

Oh, Andrew,

you got a life.

You've got a job

in San Francisco.

You can't just

pack up and...

I already took

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