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A knock on the window woke me up. I looked to see who it was but the window had fogged up. I rolled it down. My ex-wife, Lucy, stood waving at me. MACE: Lucy? LUCY: Don't you have anything better to do than slink around cheap motels? MACE: Nice to see you after all these years, too, Lucy. I happen to be on a job--tailing another lying SOB who's cheating on his wife. What brings you here? LUCY: I can't believe you still earn your living as a Peeping Tom. You'll never change, will you? I see you've even got that same old Pentax I gave you.