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hell...” he swore.
    “Yeah, it’s brutal.”
    They walked around the warehouse, rather than back through the crime scene and finally Donovan's nausea went away as Albert pulled open the door of the car. He reached into the glove box and pulled out a plastic folder. “Quinn Lang. Printed it out for you this morning.” He looked around for a moment and then added, “I didn't give this to you, of course.”
    “Of course.”
    Donovan did not look into the folder and he just walked back to his Jag, not saying goodbye to his former partner. Albert didn’t mind, he himself was distracted by the corpse in the warehouse.
    The Jag's engine flared into life and Donovan drove off carefully. He turned back onto the main road and the E-type carried him back into the city. As he drove on the road back to the office, he realized the traffic was better and that he was supposed to do something else.
    He turned off toward the north and headed back to the city through Brooklyn Heights. His own house stood close to the Manhattan Bridge, but in the quieter area; he preferred his home to be quiet. He drove past his exit. He was heading toward the celebrity-dense area of Williamsburg, which sat under the Williamsburg Bridge, but was quite different from what he had a taste for these days.
    He drove past the Red Hook container port, a reminder that he was on the clock; the expanse of the container yard felt like at least a mile, but it wasn’t. He saw his exit come up and turned off into Williamsburg. He kept right and found himself in another world in less than 20 minutes; streets undergoing construction that would modernize and gentrify the old Brooklyn buildings. A left brought him into a narrow street not made for cars; at the end was his destination.
    He got out of his Jag and found, finally, that his shock had gone. He felt like himself again and was able to put the horror of the morning out of his head. He walked past a white Audi RS6 he had parked behind. He admired it for a second. It was a good car and quite understated. He nodded approvingly and kept his eyes on it as he pushed the intercom button that was practically in the street. There were four buzzers labeled ‘Longy’ that covered the four penthouse apartments on the top two floors. They were converted specially for the ten-year lease the current occupant had signed last fall.
    A few moments later he heard music blaring through the intercom and a girl's voice. “Yo.” There was a very light hint of a French accent in the voice.
    “Miss Lavoie? It's Storm Donovan. Can you let me in?”
    “Who?”
    “Storm Donovan. Your attorney?”
    “Sure, sure babe, I'll let you in. You can come and help out the boys.”
    Donovan shook his head and pulled the common entrance door to the apartment building as the buzzer sounded to release the remote door lock. He went through and walked the eight flights of steps to Miss Lavoie’s front door. The door was open and loud music boomed out from the whole apartment. He entered the house and immediately wished he had not. There was evidence of an indulgent high life everywhere, even in the passage. It started with discarded clothes and a razor blade that lay on the mirror on the hall dresser. As he went further into the house, looking for his client, he found more unsettling objects. Male clothes as well now, several pairs of pants, a half-smoked joint, a red-stained cork, used condoms and an empty bottle of wine. He just followed the trail of debris up the stairs to find the source; he found the music and a lot of noise coming from a sitting room on the first floor.
    The room door was open and he walked in without knocking. He blinked and swore softly. There was an orgy going on. Or a gang bang. Five men with bodies that looked like they were carved from marble were naked. They surrounded a very pretty blonde girl. The girl was barely twenty years old and she was moaning in ecstasy as the five men plowed her body everywhere they could,