KIM KITSURAGI

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"To do that I needed to become a... *pinball champion*. I trained for nine months. The job was successful and I was moved out of the juvenile wing -- to homicide."

*Two* fat, shiny pens hang from the binder, like large calibre bullets on an ammo belt. He is not really saying anything. Just standing there -- looking at them. ("Can I have one?") "Know that I give this to you..." He pulls one from the loop. "...with *resentment*."

"Cool." The lieutenant nods approvingly. "You really showed that mail collection box." (He does not actually think it's cool. If anything, the lieutenant feels sorry for the poor box -- he's leaning in to inspect the layers of graffito that deface it.)

"The door has withstood your *demolishing* attempts." He measures the door, stoically. "There must be another way in."

"Thank you for sharing this wonderful opinion on human sexuality." He pretends to read the economics book open on the table.

"As I said -- an Insulindian Lily, or a May bell. Girls pinned them on their boys during the Revolution."

"Then you'd better get ready." He frowns, then quickly adds, "Whatever happens, I've got your back."

"That's wonderful, officer. My opinion of you has lowered. Go ahead, write down a stupid nonsensical number in the autopsy form too -- instead of E50.100.1000."

("But I don't wanna get my shit together!") "Then the world will turn away from you, and leave you behind."

"Well..." The lieutenant shrugs. "Life has a way of pulling the rug from under your feet. But things can only go up from here."

("I'm gonna call you *Kimball* now.") "No. You're *gonna* call me Lieutenant Kitsuragi -- or on rare occasions 'Kim', because it's shorter." He nods. "Let's go."

("You're no fun, Lieutenant Killjoy.") He scans your face as though searching for clues. "I did not know murder investigations are supposed to be *fun*."

"Thank you for sharing this wonderful opinion on human sexuality." He pretends to read the economics book open on the table.

The lieutenant leans in confidentially. "You wouldn't be able to hear if he were wearing anal beads," he whispers.

"What, you're not going to offer to let *me* punch any of them out?"

"Because the thing you're running from is *inside you*, detective!" (The lieutenant's final words are nearly swallowed by the roar of the aerostatic's main rotors...)

"Something the matter, detective?" ("Nope, all good here." You casually adjust your pants.) The lieutenant nods. You think you detect the faintest trace of a grin on his face, but you can't say for certain.

The lieutenant exchanges a look with you.

He sighs. "Okay. Let's do it the lousy, dangerous way."

("Would you rather sit on an anthill for an hour or stand in a river of leeches?") "Well..." The lieutenant rubs his chin. "Historically, leeches have been used to prevent and even cure many ailments..." ('Who'd want to sit on an anthill? There are no therapeutic benefits to...')