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there with your, uh, physique posted on them? You and I know this is trash. The question is, why is this happening? Who's putting up the funds? This took money to produce. There is a considerable bankroll being spent to smear you. Why?" "Shondra, I have no idea. I'm just a surgeon." "Didn't you testify to the Consumers' Advocacy Board about the abuses in medical coverage of disabled and children with chronic illnesses?" she reminded. "Hell, I've been swiping at that windmill for the last five years. It goes nowhere. Nobody gives a damn. You must be the only person outside the transcriptionist who even knows about it," Marcus passed it off. "I don't know. Must be something. Somebody's got a bug up their butt. Watch it." "Gee, that's great! As if I don't have enough to do. Now I have to look in alley ways." His own remark made him suddenly recall missing garbage, though he didn't mention it. "Aja... Doctor Macaluso, I almost called you Ajax again, If you get any clues. Call me. Here are my home and office numbers. This is my aide's number - remember Eunice Tyler? She's digging around trying to see who's behind this. She's very good at loosening lips." "Belts too, I recall?" "Especially belts," Shondra laughed. Then almost as a nearly forgotten aside, "Oh. An old old friend wanted me to give you this. He says wear it." As the expected, "He who?" and "What is it?" was being iterated to no immediate answer, a salmon-red amulet on a thin gold chain was being disentangled from her purse. It was a small carved hand, a right hand, folded into an odd fist, but with the empalmed concealed thumb, protruding out between the index and middle fingers. Washington, she offered,