"You want to know about the archive?" Chili asked. His voice sounded like tires on a wet freeway—low, steady, with a little bit of a hiss. "It’s just a locker, kid. A locker in Burbank. Doesn't sound glamorous, right? But in this town, glamour is just the paint job. The chassis is where the story is."
"You want to know about the archive?" Chili asked. His voice sounded like tires on a wet freeway—low, steady, with a little bit of a hiss. "It’s just a locker, kid. A locker in Burbank. Doesn't sound glamorous, right? But in this town, glamour is just the paint job. The chassis is where the story is."