To Badd, who had suffered through many occasions of thinking that being alive was something more to mourn than celebrate, this argument seemed rather hollow. He again bit back the impulse to be pessimistic and grumpy. It wouldn't earn him any friends and it certainly wouldn't earn him any information.

Badd shrugged. West Blue could be just about anything, anywhere, at any time. No personal connection there. "Nope. I'm out of Los Angeles, if that means anything to you."