Ragman/Audiophile

｢I have another detective job for you. I have a client, a very good guy. A rocker. I used to sell their band all sorts of stuff when they were playing in our town! The guy was in Tarkov when it all started, rehearsing at someone's crib. And then the evacuation started and all that bullshit. So the guy lost his guitar pick... Yeah, man, you're gonna go looking for a plectrum. Why are you so surprised? He got that pick from either Hetfield or that hairy, what's-his-name... The hairy one, you should know! Too-doo-doo, too-doo-doo-doo-doo... Oh, man, they won't take you to Guess the Tune. Anyway, find the plectrum, it's got the AG initials on it, you won't mistake it. You have no idea how much a dude is willing to pay for that plastic shit. An address? If he could remember the address, I'd go to the address myself!｣

｢How the fuck did you find one tiny guitar pick in a huge city?! Better than Sherlock, I swear. All right, give me the plectrum, because the client's all pissed off right now, can't find a muse or something. Tell me, do you have any idea why this plastic thing can cost so much?｣