"The fuckery," said Fiona, closing the van’s rear door. "We need your stuff," she said, walking around and opening the side door. She handed Milgrim his bag, and a Tanky & Tojo bag containing the clothes he’d been wearing before (minus the Sonny jacket) and the restuffed Mont-Bell sausage. She pulled out the retaped sleeping foam and a black garbage bag. "These are your things from the Holiday Inn."