Norm pays for the coffees as he promised, and sips from his green tea chai latte while Bran brings him up to speed.  It's a pretty decent summation, as those things go; and while Norm is sure that Bran is holding something back, he's at least willing to give him the benefit of the doubt--for now.<br/><br/>"So everyone has a rivalry with everyone else, is that it?" he summarizes the summary.    It's really not surprising, all things considered, and it does figure that he and Miyo would be wrapped up in the middle of some giant surreal free-for-all gang turf war.  "Patwel seemed to think that it would take some heavy power to disappear a building as completely as Honer's.  Someone with a major beef."<br/><br/>He drums his fingers on the table. [EDIT:] "The Register of Companies? Well, it's a...it's basically all the legal information you have to file in order for your company to exist.  Your business license, all the names of the CEO and the Board of Directors, reported income for revenue purposes, things like that.  It has to be filed each year.  I think I was the one who filed it for Honer's in 2006, now that you mention it.  I'm not sure about 2009, though.  Miyo, wasn't that the year you prepared the report?"<br/><br/>He shrugs.<br/><br/>"Jean Nodshorns?  Isn't she the old bird who regularly complains about everything in the Opinion section of the Times?  Insufferable old witch.  I can't stand her."   He muses about Bran's revelation, working it out in his mind.  "You're right, though.  Jean Nodshorns.  Honer J. and Sons.  That<em>can't</em>be a coincidence."<br/><br/>His hand twitches, and he finds himself wishing he hadn't left his Glock 9mm in his desk drawer at home, illegal or not.    It, alone, is the only thing that really gives him a sense of safety and security, especially now that the world's been turned on its head.<br/><br/>"I think we should all go pay Mrs. Nodshorns a visit.  What say you?"