From the shadows stepped two thugs. The faint light glinted off the knife and brass knuckles they brandished as they demanded the records Studs carried. Studs racked his brain; he knew these two from someplace, and he knew they wouldn't be satisfied until they killed someone. His eye fell on a shovel, propped against a headstone by Sam, the grave digger.
According to the plans in the Legotown Archives, all the landowners had the same address. Studs Fedora and Cara Lotts paid them a call...at the cemetery. Long shadows stretched over headstones and fresh-turned earth. Wind whispered in the trees, and something moved close by.
In the Legotown Archives they spent hours searching through filing cabinets, checking property records against Studs' list of slums Lotts had visited. Studs was about to suggest calling it a night and going for a drink to cut the dust, when he stumbled upon something that looked familiar: a plot plan that he had seen in Lotts' office. All of the properties Lotts was interested in were included on the plan...