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"Miller closed his terminal, frowning. "Philosophical. But if it's the price of doing business, what're we here for?" "Because I thought you... you people had this shit under control. Ever since we stopped paying the Loca, I've been able to turn a decent profit. Now it's all starting up again." "Hold on," Miller said. "You're telling me the Loca Greiga stopped charging protection?" "Sure. Not just here. Half of the guys I know in the Bough just stopped showing up. We figured the cops had actually done something for once. Now we've got these new bastards, and it's the same damn thing all over again."