Chapter 135

"Here. My card."

The proprietor slid a card across to me.

ANGEL CEASAR

— Ceasar Ceasar Errand Center

The card was spare.

A name, centered on dark grey paper. And in the lower right corner, the name of the establishment.

"Ah. So that's where the name comes from."

"Right. It's a pseudonym, mind you. I prefer not to use my real name in my profession. Old habit."

"I see."

He had told me something I hadn't asked, with perfect helpfulness.

"'Angel' is a nickname. My grandmother gave it to me. She used to call me her little angel — fussed over me like you wouldn't believe."

"It sounds like your grandmother loved you very much."

"She did. Among all her grandchildren, I was her favorite. She used to make me all manner of delicious things and call me her little darling."

"A little darling..."

I glanced briefly at his face.…