Once back out, he decide to take a detour. Maybe a sandwich from the bodega would get Murph out of bed. So he sent his younger twin a text.
π±Β» Bringing you breakfast. Better get your arse out of bed. Be there soon. Otherwise I'm eating both myself.
And so he went on his way.
Connor couldn't get a word out of Rocco, leaving him nothing but frustrated and pacing through the room.
" Fucking hell Rocc. Who the fuck would do such a thing? "
He lit up another cigarette. This must have been at least the third since he arrived at the apartment. β
β edge of the neighboring building, peeking into the window the only way he could manage. Through the lens of his camera. A smirk tugging at his lips as he watched Connor begin to impatiently pace. Smirking tugging at his lips as he snaps another photo. No flash needed.
He started making his way back to the front door of the apartment. Slowly placing the sunglasses back on the bridge of his nose again.
" If you hear anything through the grapevine you'll let me know, alright? " He gave Rocco a nod, before leaving.
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