The Master's Child
But he regards the hovel of a room, lip curling.
I pull the laptop closer. "Okay, so he runs the women as prostitutes, but he must be worth plenty. What's the point in being wealthy if you live like this?"
Klempner nods but says nothing, simply pulling up the other seat by me, watching the screen with half an eye, the door with the other.
The quartered screen flicks between shots of what looks like an entrance lobby, then a dance floor, various corridors... Each quarter displays a small insert: L2 lobby, L3 Bar,
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