"So tell me, Frank," Troutwine began, "you've seen the Epstein files..."
I nodded.
"What in there would surprise me the most?"
"Gee, Brick –– where do I begin? Because the long list of sick fucks who made the 'Hajj' to 'Pedophile Island' reads like a veritable 'Who's Who' of billionaires and politicians, celebrities and royals a la Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous. Everyone from the Windsors, the Sauds, and the King of Pop, to Wall Street bankers, venture capitalists, and the Fortune 500 of TV evangelists. The Blue Blood swamp dwellers of The Ruling Class who rise like Nessie from every Loch of the political and ideological spectrum to get their rocks off. Nothing in common but their shared perversions, and godlike sense of entitlement. Eerily reminiscent of that ancient Roman emperor Tiberius who used to have little boys delivered up for his carnal pleasure – only to order them tossed over a 1,000 foot cliff once he was done with them. Perversion at this scale knows no allegiance other than the shared instinct to maniplate the levers of power and government to 'exploit the masses' and 'cover their asses'..."
"Get to the point, Frank."
"Epstein's plane – the 'Lolita Express' – THAT'S where the real secrets lie. Where 'Pedophile Island' meets 'The Mile High Club.'
"The same plane where Clinton, barely out of office, could 'get his freak on.' A couple dozen times in one year alone...
"It's where The Donald could fine-tune his go-to pick-up line – 'you remind me of my daughter" – on prey so young, so naive, they probably reminded him of Ivanka before she got the braces, or the breast implants.
"But here's the really fucked up part, Brick: There's no way of to know how many of those little girls, just like the little boys of Tiberius, may have plunged to their death from that plane."
"Again, Frank, I'm not easily surprised... 'surprise' me."
"Your smoking gun is the Russian organized crime syndicate The Donald partnered with back in the day... laundering their money through the Trump Organization when no reputable bank would touch the bankrupt playboy. Because those were the exact same fuckers who were simultaneously keeping Epstein's child sex ring stocked with the youngest, the prettiest, the most vulnerable. Lolitas 'cherry'-picked from the former Soviet republics where those same gangsters once served, either as communist officials, or their goons. Girls as young as 11 or 12 often snatched off the streets because they matched a specific set of preferences passed along by one of Epstein's regulars.
"Earlier this year, my advice might have been to 'follow the money.' But during the past few weeks, we've begun picking up intercepts with Epstein trying to contact Putin through multiple channels, including the foreign minister. He appears to be growing more desperate by the day. But, unfortunately for him, the piece of shit appears to have outlived his usefulness, and his Russian handlers won't even take his calls anymore. Too Hot to Handle. We have reason to believe someone in Trump's inner circle wants him dead. Maybe Bannon, maybe Acosta, maybe others. It's like Murder on the Orient Express –– They all have motive. It's just a matter of time. My best guess is, they'll try to make it look like suicide. Or maybe a drug overdose. You should try to get to him before they do. Mine him for everything you can get. Show him no mercy. Anyway, that's my best advice."
"Are you suggesting I should 'disappear' him?"
"That's up to you, Brick. But if I were you, I'd stop short of that thing where you take a bite out of his liver. No telling where that thing has been."

