“Yes, you’ve named a number of the Paper *Kings* and I thank you for that, Elvina.”
“You’re welcome, Buster.”
“Inspector,” he corrected. “By night. Chef by day.”
“Then…” She bit her tongue. He *must* know. “But…” she started again.
“Yes, ‘but’. We’re looking for the kingpin, Elvina, and you know it. They just call themselves the Kings, collective, to honor him. He was secretly elected — as we understand it down at the station — on Thanksgiving Day of last year…”
*This* year, Elvina thought, but kept her mouth shut (again).
Turns out the plural version of the name was just an oversight. The gang working with the actual King would never dare call themselves such. On a tip from Elvina, mistake responsible Lester had to change all the related graffiti in town the next day.
“Okay, one down, Lester,” said Custer, in charge of the clean up, “and who knows how many to go. We’ll just walk around some more, pheh.”
“Yeah yeah, sure. Anything to appease the boss.”
“He ain’t elected yet.” But Custer knew he would be elected. Again. There were powers outside of town that would make sure of it.
Lester pointed toward the motel. “Over there I think.”
“Let’s go,” Custer waved.