Rhymin Simon could feel his heart throbbing under his tie dyed T shirt and waistcoat. Who was this hairy ape anyway, and did he really have to grovel to an ape to get results. This was the 23rd PI he had tried, and he'd almost given up.

But he remembered the strange howling sound he had heard last night, and Magenta was still off her face. This Chongo guy was at least prepared to listen..

He handed over the cash, and walked out, Magenta leaning on his arm.
"You'll be okay, babe, you'll be okay".

God, he thought, her eyes are so damn bloodshod .. what's got into her?