“I get that but I think you’re wrong like how cool is a bank that is so fucking confident that it allows an artwork about—like we would have a giant inflatable Dillinger—”

“Please speak in a more measured—anyway no—”

“You could kill it! Shoot it with a cannon! You have just seen off a robbery it is like the gossip of the whole town—”

“…What gossip?”

“I am Banjo Telemark Herr Eiger I am connected up the wazoo I know you just shot some motherfucker with a cannon from your battlements and that is exactly what I am talking about—”

“No Herr Telemark—”

“No?”

“No absolutely not where would you hear such a—”

“I hear all things Herr Eiger I am special that way—”

“That is slanderous in the extreme you would do well not to repeat it to a third party it is a disgrace actually—”

“But it would not be un-Swiss sir not at all—”

“To discharge a firearm in a public place—”

“Completely safely you are a crack shot—”

“Against an unsuspecting adversary—”

“A wanted murderer—”

“You sound quite enthusiastic Herr Telemark perhaps you should do this—”

“O do you think so they do say art is violence and mine possesses a unique—”

Something is bugging me and I cannot think what it is like a familiar something like a flavor in the air like a coffee I have drunk like perfume and I am almost there I almost get it before the thing happens but I don’t and—

And that is when a voice says:

“JACK?!”

Hans Eiger’s face goes cold and flat as his mountain.

Back in the day when all I wanted was to put my foot on the face of the whole wide world of coffee—before I was called the Cardinal but after I cut tight around the Sandberg Benin Cartel and dry-gulched those fuckers so that we got rich and they got the other thing and people were starting to pay attention—back then, I was stabled with a guy called Ronald Platt because every straight razor needs a strop.

There is a whole subclass of execs in the world who are there so that they can get fucked when the house burns down and you know what they say: if you do not know who that person is in your company then that person is you. But I never had time to fuck Ronnie up for my transgressions because of the Hamburg Flamingo Incident.