It was early evening, and the cigar smoke slowly dispersed through my

office when they walked in. Those two primates, they walked into my office,

shoulders squared, a purpose in their eyes. "Ben and Zane", they said, "and

we're here to ask you some questions." This duck's no snitch, but sometimes

the only way to untangle a web of lies is to let the authorities ask some

questions. I gulped back a slug of Golden Goose, shivering as it burned

down my throat. Golden Goose always ruffles a few feathers, but there are

some stories that can only be told with a partner, and she's the most

reliable friend I've ever had. I put my feet up on the desk and leaned back

in my chair. "Okay, boys," I said. "Where should I start?"