Los Angeles, Monday evening

[notstakedyet]

Angel came downstairs from cleaning up his room in the Hyperion and saw Logan hang up the phone. "New client?"

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[psycho_jackass]

"Cal called," Logan said, looking rather confused. "She had a message for you. Something about heart, boots, and balls. What the hell did you do?"

[notstakedyet]

Angel, not quite getting it yet, automatically reached for his Blackberry. "No she didn't. I've got my phone right... okay. It was somewhere. Pretty sure in this building. At the very least Los Angeles."

[psycho_jackass]

Logan pointed to the receiver he'd just put down. "She said she was going to, uh, 'rip out your heart, stomp on it with boots and then tear off your balls.' Or something to that effect."

[notstakedyet]

"She's in LA?"