Second City
[It's not fanfare or the movements of those that run the show. It's not those who run the mechanics efficiently and entirely competently underneath that. But it's not bottom-feeders either. There's a ruction in one of the stalls on the far edge of Second City, that's tied into a business that deals entirely with desire (a few sorts, anyway. Desire's a desirable sort of trade in Second City, pardoning the pun and there's a variety on offer). As it happens, it has reach back to a group that ran - or did, anyway - an operation trading in lost kids. There's a chasm that opens up overnight; secrets belonging to both factions have been exposed to a third party and the whole state of affairs is exposed to what passes for light down there. It's small scale and nobody's dead, they're embarrassed and humiliated and humiliation is a currency. And these things happen, but it breaks up an iceberg of a familial stake in some of the less salubrious businesses and of course - people talk. You can't prevent them from talking.]