As Dirty is beckoned up and into this mysterious apartment, complete with an African-derived mount, he is surprised to see (once again) a newspaper!!

One can only assume (by the mount, anyway) that we has come to see his old business associate from the Rhino horn caper… perhaps to collect on his end of the enterprise… since he did deliver some horns (ultimately, I would suppose) before meeting an untimely end at the hands of Trail…

OK, so I guess one “Bizzes” in order to get “Buzzed” in… “What?  It’s me… Dirty!”  His outstretch palm seems to indicate…

As the magnet holding the door releases, Dirty finds himself looking up a flight of dimly-to-unlit stairs.  Clearly if there is a low rent section of Miami Beach, he has found it…

Well, that didn’t take very long- for Chris “Dirty” Dyer-Smith to go from wistful to resentful- his default mode, after all.  Here’s a guy who could probably star in one of those awful pistachio commercials…

Yea!  I don’t have the time to waste on current events, or newspapers that have as page one/above the fold/lead story the fact that the circus is dying out… I have things to do and people to see!

Considering that in the Trailverse only about 3 days have ticked off the calendar since we saw Dirty in his Safari get-up and the airport, this is still in real time…  and for some reason has himself in Sunny Southern Florida…  Oh the suspense…