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The camera was an old, rustic looking thing, but new and flashy for its time; wide and rectangular with black, textured grips and a large gaping lens. The top had dials Slick couldn’t make heads or tails of. Then again, he usually left any kind of technical finagling to Deuce.
“Cost me a salary and a half,” Sleuth had admitted, carefully turning over the complex piece in his hands like it was a work of art. Slick had just said something witty, probably. Made fun of it. Funny what time does to the less striking parts of your memory.