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Gregory Fallis What do you know about Hours on the Phone?” Clayton Ellicott asked. Hockney tried, and failed, to process that sentence. “What?” she said. “The webcomic Hours on the Phone.” “I’ve no idea what you’re talking about. And what’s that you’re drinking?” They had a window table in Kazual Koffey, the new—and to Hockney’s mind, distressingly trendy—coffee shop on the ground floor of the old Baltz Boot factory, where both Hockney Investigations and the Midwest Center for Artists’ Rights had their offices. Ellicott had started using the coffee shop as a second MCAR office. “It’s a chai crème frappe,”