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Hey.

Hey yourself, young lady. We're looking for Faith.

I mean, you've come to the right place.

Come on in.

Hank Moody.

You don't seem that surprised to see me.

Well, I suppose I conjured you.

How do you like the book so far? Thank you for buying the hardcover, by the

way. So far, so good.

You got it right.

Rock world. You writers, too?

Have you settled down, Ronks? Have you never seen a pair of Bressonsons before?

No offense, they're lovely.

None taken. I know that.

Good for you.

She knows.

Yeah, she knows.

So how's your sobriety treating me, Hank? About as good as yours, I'd say.

Well, what can I do you for?

Well, I need a guitar.

You know what? I think I saw a guitar center just down the road a piece. Can't

miss it. And some cocaine.

Ow. Not just any guitar. Not just any cocaine.

Peruvian flakes.

Ow.

It belongs to your DRSB, your dead rock star boyfriend.

Pointing it. It's an old acoustic.

A Martinelli. A Martin.

Jackass. I know it well.

He used to leave it here all the time. Said he loved the idea of his favorite

guitar spending time with his favorite girl.

Oh, that is sweet.

So, it's here?

The guitar is here?

No, not anymore.

He got in pretty deep with this crazy fucking drug dealer, so he gave it to

him to pay off the money.

Bummer. Doesn't have to be.

I suppose I could take you guys over there.

Do a little one-stop shopping. That would be most groovy of you.

Do you think that this guy might have some cocaine as well?