"Reg," said Heidi, drawing the dart’s black tip perilously close to her eye, "just says Bigend’s a producer. The Hollywood kind, not the music kind. A giant version of what fuckstick said he’d like to be, but without the hassle of having to make movies." She lowered the second dart, looked seriously at Hollis. "Maybe that was what he was thinking of with the Ponzi scheme, huh?"