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Wester moves his cornet to his other hand, and indicates the direction they have just come from.

“I think the only place would be open now is back there in Leonard Court. Its run by a fella called Barker. You can tell it by the blue door. Ain’t that ironic?”

He clears his throat. “You folks be the wrong colour though. It might cost you.”

Wester rubs his eyes. Anyone close can see that they have become wet. “Goddam” he says. “Sorry. I was just thinking about poor Freddy.”

His face seems to tighten. “We gonna be having some words with the hospital later. Look, it was nice chatting with you folks, but we need to attend to this.”

"All right, take care," says Alice. "We'll tell Leroy Turner where you've gone if we find him. Do we need a password to get into the speakeasy?"

“Just tell them that Mitch Wester told you about the place. They know me. And use my name to talk to Leroy. Although you’ll probably have to buy him a drink” he says, after a thought.

“Thanks again for your help”. He raises his hand in goodbye, and the group continue back to the funeral home, bearing the corpse of their friend and family member.

OOC:   I'll begin a new thread later for your meeting with Turner.