But he probably wouldn’t have gotten a look yet at how much dress-up was going on, or maybe dress-down. While she’d slept, it seemed, all the Klein Cruz Vermette people had started competing to look like a stylist’s idea of county, a few even sporting tattoos she hoped were fake, or anyway the kind that faded to nothing after a year or so. Way too into it. Tommy, this morning, had said that was because they weren’t just getting paid shitloads of money, but potential shares in Coldiron too. Said that even the ones who weren’t very qualified were getting some of the highest salaries in the state, period, right then, and it made them giddy and determined and paranoid all at once, not to mention way too nice to her. Tacoma wasn’t, though, because she wasn’t just KCV. Griff had said she was with him, when Flynne had asked him, but that was all he’d say. It looked to Tommy, though, like Clovis and Tacoma were both "acronym," but no telling which agency. Too smart to be Homes, he said, and not asshole enough for the really big ones. Where that fit with Griff being English, Flynne didn’t know.