Closet: Entering the apartment
The last part was supposed to be sent yesterday, but this posting by e-mail thing is tricky, yo.
Deaq walks through the swank apartment Billy has set them up with. They're not in a gay neighborhood, but a wealthy, liberal place where people who were famous and smart ten years ago live fabulous lives of painful anonymity.
The apartment is nice, like their crash spaces usually are, each room with one strong color and one softer complement, comfortable furniture in expensive fabrics, artwork with a tribal feel to it, top of the line electronics, some of it illegally imported from Japan it looks like.
He can hear Van in the kitchen, little yips of joy letting him know that the kitchen matches the rest of the place. It amazes Deaq that a man who professes a deep love of cooking still lives in a hotel. It's a suite hotel with a kitchenette, yes, but Deaq has gathered from his conversations with Deaq that it is less than ideal in many, many ways.
The first office he comes across has several giant bookshelves, but they all seem to be filled with a very nice looking edition of the California code of law. It's maybe not so impossible to imagine a criminal would want it, but Deaq didn't think you could get a bound and printed copy unless you were a library.
There's a rec room, a sun room, an entertainment room, a formal dining room, a second office and two and a half baths. It is through the second bath that he finds the only bedroom.
There are a California King bed heaped with furs, two closets, two chest of drawers, two night stands. There is a note on the bed in Billy's precise block printing: DEAL.
There are no other rooms in the apartment.
Deaq walks through the swank apartment Billy has set them up with. They're not in a gay neighborhood, but a wealthy, liberal place where people who were famous and smart ten years ago live fabulous lives of painful anonymity.
The apartment is nice, like their crash spaces usually are, each room with one strong color and one softer complement, comfortable furniture in expensive fabrics, artwork with a tribal feel to it, top of the line electronics, some of it illegally imported from Japan it looks like.
He can hear Van in the kitchen, little yips of joy letting him know that the kitchen matches the rest of the place. It amazes Deaq that a man who professes a deep love of cooking still lives in a hotel. It's a suite hotel with a kitchenette, yes, but Deaq has gathered from his conversations with Deaq that it is less than ideal in many, many ways.
The first office he comes across has several giant bookshelves, but they all seem to be filled with a very nice looking edition of the California code of law. It's maybe not so impossible to imagine a criminal would want it, but Deaq didn't think you could get a bound and printed copy unless you were a library.
There's a rec room, a sun room, an entertainment room, a formal dining room, a second office and two and a half baths. It is through the second bath that he finds the only bedroom.
There are a California King bed heaped with furs, two closets, two chest of drawers, two night stands. There is a note on the bed in Billy's precise block printing: DEAL.
There are no other rooms in the apartment.