Lew blew a smoke ring, and a few more concentrically. "Well now shit, there, Nate."
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And there it is. The final lines of this interaction and this section. Lew lording his winning hand over Nate, slowly, methodically, luxuriously. And then letting Nate know, in one incomplete sentence, how he pities Nate and his experience. He may run White City Investigations. He may hobnob with the rich and powerful. He may earn quite a bit of money oppressing workers and destroying unions. But his quality of life is for shit. He's never actually seen Chicago. He just lives there and exploits it. And he thinks he's going to trick Lew into a Denver transfer without ponying up anything?!
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