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?"