Entering his foetid apartment, Madison flicked off his television, which he always left on when he was out on a case, in hope the cops would think somebody was home and request a warrant to enter. He checked his phone, three voice mails. Two were from the ARC requesting he put some old furniture and clothing out on his porch for pickup Tuesday. Blake scribbled down the date with the notation: "obtain clothing and possible coffee table Tuesday morning- ARC pickup day". The third voicemail was from Lazlo, asking about the return of the trumpet and rapier Blake had taken with him at the end of the party on Saturday, and event which evaded his memory in all of the other details. Removing the items from his rolled-up blazer, he muttered "well that explains that", and made an addendum to his ARC pickup reminder. "Return items to Lazlo."
The hangovers were getting worse. Or else an element of Alzheimer's had entered the picture.