“I never met Konrad Beezo. I was like five minutes old when our paths crossed.” “I count it as a meet. So regarding clowns and anger, that’s four for four. I’m bummed. It’s like you meet the real Santa Claus and he turns out to have a drinking problem. You do still have the shiv?” “The what?” I asked. “The shiv.” “You mean the nail file?” “If that’s what you want to call it,” she said. “That’s what it is.”
