Publisher's Synopsis
"I need you to find a film," my beautiful client said, "the only celluloid copy of something I did a few years ago." She touched a cigarette to her lips, inhaled, and made the tip flare.
"Is this movie an embarrassment?" I asked.
"That's putting it mildly." Strangely enough, she didn't look embarrassed.
"What's the film called?"
"Martian Slutfest IV." The little smoke face at the end of her cigarette averted its eyes.
Okay, I thought, I'll get the movie. How hard could it be?
