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John Blacksad, private detective and pretty well-known at that, usually he's not a fan of the fine arts, doesn't really see the point of them, but here he was in the newly built museum in the city 'admiring' the many exhibits and items on display. Sadly, he wasn't here on a casual visit, checking his wrist watch as he tapped his foot in irritation.

“Ah! Salam aleikum, friend!" His ears twitched before turning his attention to the man he was supposed to be meeting. The tall and very muscular oryx with a slightly visible gut, was dressed in a very fancy, brightly-colored suit, his thick beard was as well-combed as his stylish hair, although the cat detective was more taken aback by the man's wide and very powerful frame, just standing beside him he felt this immense aura from the guy, his suit looked like a deep breath away from tearing off at the seams. “Mr. Blacksad, I take it?" He asked as he reached his hand forward.

“Indeed. Mr. Husni, I take it?" The feline replied with the widest smile he could muster as he took the oryx's hand into his own. He then silently took the man's physique in, including the green tattoo of what looked like… octopus' tentacle on the back of his hand.

“That is I." After the handshake, he gave the detective's hand a small but firm squeeze before releasing it and letting it go. “Shall we take this somewhere… more private?" Then started walking, not waiting to see if the feline was following or not. Blacksad was following, alright, his eyes almost boring a hole into the back of man's skull as he reviewed everything he knew about him.

Salman Husni was a very well-known museum owner and curator, owning multiple museums all over the world, and almost in every major city. His museums also heavily focus on teaching about the history and culture behind each and every piece that is exhibited. Usually, the items on display are more befitting the city, or rather country, that the museum is built in, and this one was no different. The man was possibly the richest man, nay richest person alive.

But, there have also been rumors of underground deals, scandalous conduct, some even swear up and down that they saw him frequent 'men's clubs' and indulges in what the young men there have to offer quite greedily. There were also rumors about him after his ex-wife disappeared soon after a very nasty divorce between them. However, none of those are what Blacksad are after, not this time.

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A week ago.

Blacksad's office was enveloped in a mist of cigarette smoke as he and Smirnov were discussing a case about a certain Arabian oryx. “And why do I have to do it?" He asked the commissioner as he waved the pictures in his hand before setting them on his desk.

“Because, Blacksad, this is not an area where we can tread however we want. One wrong me and it's everyone's heads, not just mine." Smirnov explained as he stood up and grabbed the pictures, making his way to the window to inspect them carefully. “We'd be walking on very thin ice the entire time. One mistake from any of us and every one will sink so deep we won't see the light ever again."

The pictures were all of Salman Husni, one of them was of him being… very affectionate towards the waiter at a recently opened, gay nightclub, a fox from the looks of it, but the dim lights made it almost impossible to tell. Another one was taken from a much father distance on the streets, it was Husni in a car as one of his employees was finishing some sort of 'back-alley' deal. The same employee was seen disguised as a mechanic and sabotaging the car of the favored-to-win racer at a racing stadium a couple of cities away, it was also a place well-known for gambling.

“There are also the rumors that he was the prime suspect when his wife disappeared, almost a year after a very draining divorce for both sides." Smirnov added as he put the pictures back down. “Afterward, his fortune almost skyrocketed to the very heavens."

“And?" Blacksad asked as he took a drag of his cigarette.

“Nothing came out of that. No evidence of his involvement was found and neither were there any witnesses." Smirnov took one last drag of his cigarette, letting the smoke blow out of his nose before putting it in the ashtray. “Even her family said she left on a trip with a male friend, not Husni, never to be seen again."

“Eloped?"

“That's the only explanation. However…" Smirnov crossed his arms as he leaned back on the deks. “Her brother, a former friend of Husni's, was pretty adamant about the man's involvement. Said he saw him around their neighborhood a few times."

“I thought you said there weren't any witnesses."

“His testimony wasn't taken seriously. Being her brother and all, he had plenty of reason to pin any false accusations against his former friend. So he was striked off the list of witnesses."

“And now he's here." Blacksad concluded as he took a picture of the oryx standing proud, maybe a bit smug.

“Indeed. And someone with so much power and influence cannot be taken lightly." Smirnov finally turned to look at his friend. “We need a third, unknown party."

Blacksad looked at the picture of the oryx, this wasn't his first time tackling a case against someone rich, powerful, and with a lot of influence. And certainly won't be the last. “Alright. I'll take the case." He finally said before putting his cigarette out. “But, if he's as secretive as you say, then I make no promises."

And so he did. He spent the last week talking to people and gathering whatever info he could here and there, he even asked for Weekly's assistance, the weasel's skills in photography proved pretty handy as he tailed Husni's employees, especially a certain trio that seem to be always around the oryx, Johnny the fox, Franklin the timber wolf, and Jamal the panther. “They even live together." Said Weekly as he sat facing Blacksad in the corner of their favorite diner.

“Really?" Blacksad himself saw the pictures, and sure enough, there was plenty of the three of them going into this very fancy house just on the outskirts of the city, including some pictures that- *THUD* Blacksad slammed the last few pictures on the table face down, a bit harder than he desired. “So… they have that kind of relationship…"

“Oh, you're lucky you're only seeing pictures. I had to be there and witness hours upon hours of them just rutting like animals." Weekly grumbled before slurping on his smoothie. “They even walk around in the nude. That guy clearly has a thing for preds."

“Well, it is their house and they don't have any neighbors nearby." Blacksad shook his head to clear it from what he saw, pushing those face-down pictures back to the weasel. “How about pictures of them doing something… other than that?"

“Fine, fine!" Weekly humphed as he swiped the pictures, stuffing them into his bag. “But, uh… Blacksad?" The detective was taken a bit aback by the weasel's suddenly serious tone. “Be careful, yeah? I don't say this lightly, but that guy and his people? They give me major creeps. Just being around that house felt like I was the one being watched."

“Don't worry. I'll be careful." They gave each other a small wave as the weasel left. But Blacksad rarely sees his journalist friend this serious about anything. Very rarely.

More investigations about Husni's whereabouts did, finally, get him somewhere, but that was a rabbit hole of absolute nonsense to someone like him. Like the time he went into an antique store that the oryx frequented, as well as his lovers, when he asked the clerk there, he was told they were looking for a certain book that the shop is expected to get sometime in the coming days. No certain date of arrival. So that was a wild goose chase.

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However, after a week of information gathering, he found absolutely nothing on the man. So he had no choice but to go to the 'lion's den' so to speak. And so here he was, sitting in front of the man himself, his big bodyguard, the timber wolf Franklin, standing beside the oryx, glaring pretty intensely at the detective. Any harder and Blacksad believed he might burst into flames. He also had a strange, green tattoo with a water and tentacle motif around his entire left arm.

“Franky, darling. Please stop scaring our guest, will you?" Husni said playfully to the wolf, holding the man's hand and giving it a quick, loving kiss, Blacksad suddenly noticed the wedding rings on both their hands, only Husni had three, all designed differently, and all on the same finger. That seemed to calm the wolf down as he looked away while taking his hand back, crossing his arms to prevent the oryx from doing something like that again. But both men could see that tail of his wagging a mile-a-minute. “Don't worry about him, unless you're a threat to me, he's harmless~"

“Right, right." Blacksad cleared his throat. “I wanted to meet you regarding a certain… book?" The moment he said that, he almost jumped out of his skin at how those two glared at him, the entire room suddenly feeling as cold as a freezer despite the sun directly shining on them through the office windows.

“A certain 'book' you say? And what about this… 'certain book' do you wish to know?" Despite his sweet, gentle tone, no one can miss the sudden venom dripping off of Husni's words. And definitely can't miss how Franklin's fur bristled and muscles tensed. Also… did their tattoos move?

“Well, um… I'm a collector, of sorts. And that book has… piqued my interest. I heard about its history from the antique store clerk and, honestly, I was intrigued." Blacksad needed to choose his words carefully. His surroundings felt like if he even breathed wrong, it would be the end of John Blacksad. Is this what Weekly felt?

“Don't you know about the phrase… oh how does it go again?" Husni made a show of thinking deeply, stroking his chin.

“First come, first served." Franklin almost growled out his words through his teeth, still glaring right at the feline.

“Ah, right! That one!" Husni gave the wolf a swift swat on the rear before turning his attention back to the feline in front of him. “So, you see. We took the first steps to get the book. You see, it is very imperative that I get it for myself, so I would greatly appreciate it if you stepped back." And there goes the threats. “But, if you're so keen on seeing it, I might allow you… for a price, of course." The oryx almost looked like he had this strange… glow in his eyes, but they weren't the brown that Blacksad saw, but instead they were a dark shade of green… were his own eyes playing tricks on him?

But suddenly… “Salman, darling!" The warmth came back to the room as Johnny the fox basically skipped his way into the office, Blacksad letting out a breath of relief that he didn't know he was holding until now. The lithe fox had a wide smile on his face as he walked up to them, his ring glinting faintly in the sunlight.

“Johnny, darling!" Husni quickly got up and made his way to the fox, meeting him with a loving kiss on the lips. “What are you doing here?"

“You and Franklin forgot your lunches, habibi (my love)~" He said as he held up a couple of lunch bags in his hand.

“Oh, ya dou omri (light of my life)." The oryx took the fox in a tight hug and even deeper kiss this time. “What would I do without you?"

“Probably lose your head?" That got a laugh out of both of them as Johnny handed the bags to Husni… then whispered something in his ear that Blacksad didn't catch. But it was clearly good news, from how bright the oryx's face became. “Don't keep us waiting, you hear~?" He playfully tugged at Husni's goatee before walking out of the office, giving them a wave before closing the door.

“Well, as you saw, Mr. Blacksad. Some urgent family matters came up that require my… our attention." Husni gave Franklin a quick wink and nod towards the door. “We'll have to continue this… lovely conversation another time."

“Yes, sure." Blacksad caught himself as he almost jumped out of his seat, walking at a normal but strained pace towards the door. His entire body screamed at him to get out of there as fast as possible, but he wasn't one to let his enemies intimidate him, and not some pompous prick like Salman Husni.

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Over the next few days, the strangest strings of events happened. First of all, was the murder of the clerk and owner of the antique store, both of their bodies left almost as if mangled by an animal, with strange emblems on their foreheads. The storehouse of their store was completely destroyed as if a storm ran through the place, multiple items were missing from the list of recently arrived cargo. Strangely enough, absolutely no clue was left behind that could tell of the assailant's identity.

Then there was Weekly. He never missed a meeting with Blacksad, but here he was, always calling out of their meetings, even when he went to the weasel's workplace, they told him that they haven't seen him for days now. So that was another worrisome development.

And finally, the dreams. The same dreams over and over again played in Blacksad's slumber. The world is submerged under dangerous and violent waves, everyone losing their minds and attacking each other, only for these to end the same way. With Blacksad standing on the edge of a cliff, facing a gigantic monster, who's features were hidden behind a thick mist, only those menacing green eyes were visible.

“Wow, John. You look like shit." Smirnov commented as took a bite of his burger, sitting across Blacksad in that diner they frequented.

“Yeah… haven't been sleeping much." The detective had bags under his eyes and he almost looks like he aged a few years. The dreams are really have a very bad effect on him. “Weekly?"

“Still nothing. We even had a few officers monitoring his place to see if he'd return, but nothing." Smirnov let out a deep sigh of dread, crossing his fingers together. “Everything he owned was left at his apartment, even his wallet and camera. No signs of struggle or conflict either, so it's highly possible he left willingly."

“Bullshit." Blacksad groaned, his clenching into angry fists.

“I promise we'll do all we can to find him, John." Smirnov gave his friend a few assuring pats on his shoulder as he stood up. “In the meantime, get some rest. You clearly need it." Then left but not after paying for his food and drink.

He will rest alright. But not after exposing the scum Husni to the world.

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And so, he found himself back in the museum once again. Walking around and looking at the exhibits. He noticed a new room was added but no one was going in to see what's inside, this one had very dim lights and the items displayed there were… Well, 'creepy' would be the understatement of the century. They looked like something out of a horror movie or lovecraftian novel.

Suddenly, his eyes fell on one of the miniature statues on display, walking closer to inspect if better, having to squint his eyes a bit, the lack of sleep has been messing with his eyes as well. But once his eyes focused, he noticed how the statue was crafted, it looked like marble painted green, a muscular, featureless man entangled, almost lovingly by a bunch of tentacles, a couple coiled around his legs and phallus, and judging from the pose, another was… in his rear.

The more he looked at the statue, the more he was filled with this strange sensation, this heat suddenly welling up inside of him, one hand unconsciously reaching down to rub at the growing bulge in his pants, groping and squeezing down on himself, his breathing slowly becoming labored. Images flashing in his mind, seeing himself being the one being made love to by those same tentacles. “Wonder how they'd actually feel…" He found himself asking out of the blue.

“Pretty good, I'd presume." He jumped and quickly put his hand into his pocket as the oryx walked in, his entire demeanor almost abnormally happy. “I take it you're interested in our new exhibit? Sad that not many people seem interested in this kind of stuff."

“The items here are… something." Was all Blacksad said.

Husni chuckled as he looked down at Blacksad's 'predicament'. “Yes, they do have a certain… effect on the men who witness them." He then turned around to the door “Let's go to my office. I take it you're not here to appreciate the fine arts." Then walk out of the exhibit, with the detective following closely. Once inside the office, the oryx locked the door. “Franklin is taking the day off, so no need to feel threatened."

“I'm not. I just haven't had any good sleep for a while."

“Oh dear, that sounds horrible." Blacksad could here the fake concern in the oryx's voice as he stepped closer, standing behind the detective's chair. “Is there anything I can do that'll help?"

“You can start by telling me where my friend is." Blacksad has had enough, no more beating around the bush.

But Husni smiled as his hand rested on Blacksad's shoulder ever so gently, but the feline could feel so much weight in that simple gesture. “Have you ever desired something, detective?" That made Blacksad gasp in shock. “Desired something so, so, so much that you'd do anything to get it? Even if it meant selling your soul to the shaitan (devil) himself?"

“Not enough that I'd start killing and kidnapping people." Blacksad put up a brave front, but that cold, dangerous sensation from the last time he was here came back, almost a hundred-fold this time, it was even becoming hard to breathe.

“Well, I had that, and I knew how to get it. Everything I needed was within my grasp." Husni's hand began massaging Blacksad's shoulder… almost affectionately. “I was a simply janitor at one of the museums I currently own, a simple man with a simple job." He used his other hand to pull out a picture from his chest pocket, showing it to the detective. The man inside was a lanky, almost malnourished creature, large glasses, pimples all over his face, it was almost a comical nerdy look. “I was a tired, scrawny little thing. But then, I found it. My salvation, my key to ascension!"

“Can you please cut the bullcrap and get to the point?"

“Ahem, right. You see, I already have the book you mentioned?" Another thing that caught Blacksad off guard. “But it was only part of the whole thing. That pesky antique store owner had the rest and refused to give it up, lying to my face again and again about not having it." Husni's face slowly spread into an evil smile. “So… I had to take it. From his cold, dead hands~"

Blacksad suddenly jumped to his feet, turning to face the oryx. “You're a monster!" Only for Husni's hand to roughly grab at his shoulder and squeeze down hard, forcing the detective to his knees.

“Be it so, I aim to make a brand new world, a world where men like me, like Franklin, Johnny, Jamal, no one would have to resort to such drastic measures to obtain happiness and acceptance."

“So you… kill… kidnap… and hurt people for your own happily ever after?" Blacksad growled in pain as he tried to remove the oryx's hand from his shoulder, but to no avail. The oryx was much stronger than he looked.

“Collateral damage. Necessary sacrifices. But it will all be made better soon enough."

Then Blacksad's eyes shot wide open in realization. “Y-Your wife?"

“That woman was my very first sacrifice. That whore kept sleeping around like a female dog in heat, no regard to the man she married. No problem, though, I was always interested in men, marrying her was only a formality forced on me by our families." Then, with very little effort, he lifted Blacksad to his feet, pushing him against the desk. “Now then. What do you plan to do, detective?"

Blacksad looked around, looking for something to get him out of this predicament, but found nothing. “It's no use detective. You might as well surrender, no?" As Husni squeezed his hand down, he stepped forward, his body, and especially his gut, pressed against Blacksad's body, their crotches inches from touching. “Just relax, let go of this horrible world." His suddenly showed concern and genuine affection. “Let me take care of you."

Blacksad felt his entire body relax, yet felt this creepy sensation of something crawling under his skin, almost as if it was coming out of Husni's hand, yet he wasn't alarmed, he looked deep into those green, glowing eyes. He was tired… oh, so very tired, his mind flashing to the cases he handled in the past. This world just kept taking the people he cared about from him, took good men and women with no remorse or compensation to their loved ones. Tears slowly trailing down the feline's face.

He didn't fight it when he felt Husni's lips gently pressed against his own, the oryx's hand releasing his shoulder before undoing the detective's shirt as their kiss deepened, his hand rubbing gently at Blacksad's chest and abdomen, then going further down to undo his pants, groping and rubbing at his growing bulge through his underwear. “Sadly, I'm a bit busy today, so let's make this quick, yes?" He barely said that when he suddenly spun Blacksad around and pushed him down onto the desk, two thick, wet fingers slipping a bit too easily into the feline's ass, electing a deep moan from him.

Feeling that, Husni just chuckled as his fingers wriggled and twisted around in Blacksad's ass. “That's it, relax. Let me in." He said as he used his other hand to undo his own shirt and pants, letting his own large cock flop out, tapping Blacksad on the rear, electing a needy gasp from the feline. As he pressed himself against Blacksad's entrance he leaned forward, his gut pressing the feline down a bit harder against the desk as he slowly pushed himself in. “I know how you've been looking at the statue earlier. The desire in your eyes was something I saw in many eyes before yours. The desire to be claimed, to be free from burden, free of worry." He whispered right into Blacksad's ear, pushing his fingers a bit in… then tapped a small part inside of the feline, making Blacksad moan out, his hole almost spreading open around Husni's fingers.

Blacksad felt conflicted. He never looked at a man like this before, let alone have any desire like this. But now, he remembered the times he looked at Smirnov… at Weekly… those two sure are fine men, even though the weasel could use a bath every now and then. His cock throbbing painfully between his legs as he felt his whole body relax further under Husni's teasing fingers, allowing the oryx further entry.

“That's it… let me love you…" He whispered hotly in the detective's ear, Blacksad doing his best to relax. “Let me cherish you." As he said that, he SLAMMED the last few inches into Blacksad, the feline could feel how his insides stretched and distorted to accommodate such a huge inhabitant, but it's as if every part of his body desired this, just moaning and groaning as Husni started moving, thrusting hard into the detective, his bulky body pressing firmly against the detectives the desk shaking hard with each powerful thrust from the oryx.

“Oooohhh, it's been a while since I've had something so exquisite!" Husni groaned loudly in pleasure as he slammed himself into Blacksad's insides ruthlessly. “Too bad we don't have time to enjoy this!" Then suddenly pushed himself in, one last time, pulling Blacksad up with him in a tight embrace as he let his seed loose. Blacksad's eyes rolled back as he felt the sheer amount of cum flooding into him, his belly slowly growing and extending, almost becoming as big as Husni's just from the volume of seed that was pumped into him.

“That was marvelous, my friend." Husni patted Blacksad on the head. “Sadly, we are not done~" With a sinister grin, he suddenly grabbed the detective's head…

And slammed him down on the desk, knocking him out.

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Unknown time and location.

Blacksad eventually woke up, his eyes fluttering as he felt this stimulating sensation all over his body. When he looked down, he saw a familiar trio almost worshiping his body. “What the!?" Jamal the panther and Johnny the fox were attending to either pec, giving each nipple plenty of attention as their hands rubbed at his abdomen, meanwhile Franklin had his legs raised high up and slurping away at Blacksad's hole, the feline's cock stood at attention, aiming straight up as it throbbed and twitched. “What are you doing!?"

“Relax, friend." He suddenly felt Husni's hand on his cheek, the oryx walking around his spread out body. He was dressed in a dark, gold-decorated robe, but nothing else, revealing his muscular, bulky body and musclegut to the other four, a thick matt of hair covering his chest with a treasure trail leading down to his bushy crotch. “You're among friends now."

“Like hell I am!" Blacksad tried to get up, but found his body tied down to a stone pedestal of sorts, like the ones ancient civilizations made live sacrifices on. “W-What are you gonna do to me!?"

“Why, nothing. We just want you to enjoy your time with us and see the marvelous thing we're doing here." As Husni explained, Blacksad felt a mouth engulfing his cock… but Franklin was still working his hole.

He looked down and gasped in shock. “Weekly!?" The weasel was dressed in similar robes to the others as he expertly worked and prepped Blacksad's cock, but unlike the other four, his eyes looked like he was… out of it, not really in control of himself. “What have you done to him!?"

“He was proving to be a bit… difficult." Husni explained in a calm, even tone as he went to a table nearby, grabbing a bottle of what looked like lube, squeezing a generous helping of the substance before reaching behind himself, inside the robe. Judging by the pleased sounds he was making, he was preparing his rear. “So we had to be a bit… forceful with him. Don't worry, we showed him a world of pleasure, just as we are doing to you now."

“What do you mean?" Blacksad watched as Husni put the bottle back in place before disrobing, the other four suddenly stepping back, leaving the feline's bare body untouched further.

“You'll see. This is my favorite part, personally." As the oryx said that, he hopped onto the table, straddling Blacksad's body, with his ass hovering over the feline's rigid cock. “I'm sure you're gonna like it too." Then SLAMMED himself down, electing a pleasant scream from both himself and Blacksad. “Ooohh, yes! This is more like it!" Then began bouncing hard on the feline's cock, clenching down hard on Blacksad.

Meanwhile, Blacksad was doing his best to control himself, but the more he resisted, the more strongly he felt that familiar, creepy sensation on his shoulder, forcing him to relax his body as the oryx used him like a living dildo. His eyes slowly drifted to the side, watching silently as the other three had their way with Weekly, the weasel had a look of total bliss as he orally serviced Jamal and Johnny, while Franklin was below him, thrusting away into him, Weekly's belly bulging out visibly each time the wolf bottomed out inside of him.

Weekly would gobbled one cock, expertly, down to the base, massaging it, then switching to the other cock to do the same, all while the third was slamming away inside of him. It didn't take long for all three to reach their limit, the panther and fox splattering Weekly's face with their load while the wolf filled his small belly up, bloating him out.

Suddenly, Husni slammed himself down, grinding himself hard on Blacksad's lap, that sent a sharp jolt of pleasure striking right at his brain, his entire body seizing up as he was overwhelmed, his load surging almost violently out of his cock and splattering the oryx's insides. “Aaaahhh~" Husni let out a deep sigh, like one would after drinking something cold on a hot day as he patted his muscle-belly, rubbing and tickling Blacksad's balls with the other, urging them to work more. “Such a marvelous sensation. Mmmm-More~" He almost begged as he started bouncing again on Blacksad's still hard cock. “You'll give me all you have tonight."

He then leaned down and locked their mouths in a hot kiss, their tongues messily wrestling and slobbering all over each other, both drinking one another's spit. “Welcome to the family, habibi." Then went back to the messy kissing

For some reason, that triggered Blacksad once more, his body seizing again with pleasure as he sent another violent surge of cum deep into the oryx. The second of many that night.

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“So… you still found nothing?" Smirnov asked as he sat with Blacksad in the detective's office.

“Nope. Nothing worth noting, be it solid or circumstantial. Just nothing." Blacksad waved his hand dismissively.

“Well, that's kinda disappointing, but if even you didn't find anything, then there's no point in resuming." The commissioner stood up, patting his pants and straightening his suit… his eyebrow then raised as he regarded Blacksad's arm. “I didn't know you were into tattoos."

“Hmm? Oh, this thing?" Blacksad rolled up his sleeve to regard the green, water and tentacle tattoo that almost covered his entire arm from the shoulder to the wrist. “Saw it on a guy and thought it looked cool."

“Well, it's your body, so I won't lecture you." Smirnov made his way to the door, grabbing his coat and hat. “I'll be seeing you, John."

Just as he was about to turn the handle. “Wait." Blacksad suddenly stood up, grabbing his own coat. “It might not be related to Mr. Museum himself, but I might have a lead. And I'll need you there with me commissioner."

Smirnov regarded his feline friend curiously, but nodded all the same. “Lead the way then, John." As Blacksad walked out of the office in front of him, Smirnov had a single thought running through his head.

Were John's eyes always green like that?