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“And that,” Mustafo Bob said with a flourish to his audience — now consisting of only a couple of hipsters and a passing cyclist who’d stopped to drink some water — “is how I came to live in this illustrious location.” Immediately before this proclamation, a ...

Harry stood at his desk, flipping through some papers and organising them. He didn’t often have company that wasn’t a client; today, however, Tee Tee was up visiting him. Surprisingly, it wasn’t to collect the rent — or even to remind him how overdue he was. ...

“And that, as they say, was how I ended up here,” Bob said with a flourish. With that, he’d just finished telling his origin story — rife with tales of the circus, meetings with kings (Harry knew he meant Al Waxman, the King of Kensington), and poontang pie (...

The knock on the door was a welcome interruption. Harry had been organising paperwork for competing assignments he wished he hadn’t taken — one from Agent Zee and another from Agent Zed. He honestly wasn’t sure whether they worked together just to spite him, ...

Harry sat bolt upright in bed. His breath was heavy; he was shivering. A thin sheen of sweat clung to his forehead, which he wiped away with the back of his hand. Again, Harry thought. He swung his feet to the floor and held his head in his hands. He’d had ...

Harry didn’t usually meet clients for the first time outside his office. His office wasn’t just for conducting business — it was his place of safety. His Fortress of Solitude, as it were, even though it was just a rented room above Tee Tee’s DD’s. This time,...

“I need a car,” Harry thought to himself. It wasn’t just a grey, dreary day—it was a rainy, grey, dreary day, and Harry was on a stakeout watching a man who’d been in an accident and won a large insurance claim. The insurance company didn’t believe the man—Je...

Please. Wash me. So thought the witness to all of Harry’s office meetings: Harry’s coffee cup. He liked to call himself Joe, this cup — and he saw everything that went on in Harry’s office. Everything. He’d see Harry stagger out of his bedroom, half-dresse...