[The next time he enters or leaves his apartment, Saul will find small baggie tacked to the door with thirty marques inside and a short note attached, scrawled in messy handwriting:]
You're a lawyer, aren't you? I want to ask some questions about something having to do with the law. Or, I guess, the law that's probably around in your home, given we don't have much in the way of "the law" around here.
I'm asking on behalf of my friend. He's in some trouble. Apparently someone really dangerous from his home has arrived, someone who could be a danger to lots of people here. My friend won't tell me who this person is, but he seems pretty convinced that he ought to take on this new arrival all by himself, and he's the only person fit for the job to keep this person calm.
Since he won't go for help, I'm going on behalf of him, I guess, to ask what kind of options he has. Or might have. If he actually decided to do all of these dealings above the table.
Figure it out myself. Do it myself I guess, if the opportunity comes up. I can be pretty sneaky you know. And I've already died twice. It doesn't seem like that much a big deal anymore.
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