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Angel was telling me about avoiding phone calls and swearing he's been followed by black sedans. "I'm not joking, Taffy. Remember when I took photos of Jinx. That person that was in the back of the club. Word must have made it to Winston. What should I do?"
Tiber walks by and hands Angel a note. "What's this?" Tiber shrugs his shoulders, "Somebody in a black hat came in and asked me to get this to the club's photographer."
Angel waves the paper in front of Taffy, "Now do you believe me?"
Angel looks at the note afraid to open it. Taffy quickly grabs it from Angel, "All it says is, 'Krissy Cartell'." "That's it?" Taffy flips the paper over and over, "Yup."
Looking to get more info from Tiber, Angel notices a girl dressed in boots and red shorts entering the club and being directed towards the couches.
The girl sits across from Taffy and Angel, "I'm looking for a photographer, ummm, I think the name is Angel?"
"Hi. I'm Angel. And you are?" "Krissy Cartell."
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