@SasaTheFixer@CrypticFl0wer I let the silence settle for a moment.
"It arrives every week we're working together. On time. No negotiations after today."
My gaze remained steady, not challenging, simply measuring.
"If you don't want to do this more than once, that's your call."
@SasaTheFixer@CrypticFl0wer I place my coffee down and reach inside my jacket.
Not for a weapon.
Just a folded sheet of paper.
I slid it across the table without ceremony.
Inside were six numbers.
"That's your weekly compensation."
Groggy.
I felt like I'd slept on the ferry, but I still felt like shit.
Sleeping in a chair wasn't sleeping. It was just waiting for morning with your eyes closed.
We'd already checked the other two apartments. The storage flat was exactly where it was supposed to be.
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*Nailed it!
Nailed her, to be honest.
@JewelsDecay
One of Interpol's most wanted jewel scouts.
One down.
The rest to follow.
Now, somehow, @BlackFileChaser specifically requested me to be his partner.
Not bad for a girl who was wondering six months ago if accepting a posting in
@SasaTheFixer@CrypticFl0wer@JewelsDecay I set the empty bottle beside the others and laughed once under my breath.
Alcohol was a poor thief.
It never stole the memories you wanted gone.
Only the distance you'd managed to build around them.
I rested my forearms on the counter,
@SasaTheFixer 5 names.
5 photographs.
5 strangers who didn't yet know they were interviewing for a job that officially didn't exist.
I broke the seal.
The first photograph slid into my hand.
Tomorrow would tell me whether any of them belonged in our world.
@SasaTheFixer Construction on one corner/
Police presence on another.
Two jewelry stores within six blocks.
One security company.
Different alarms.
Same response time.
Good.
The city was busy enough to hide us.
Predictable enough to trust.
I finally rested the envelope across my knee.
@SasaTheFixer I let my eyes drift back toward the shoreline as the ferry eased closer to the harbor.
"We'll need someone new."
Not the prettiest woman in the room.
Not the boldest.
Someone people would forget the moment she walked out the door.
Those were always the hardest people to find.
@SasaTheFixer In our line of work, silence has a habit of meaning someone else finished the conversation for you.
We'd spent enough money over the years making sure the wrong people stayed quiet. Sometimes it worked. Sometimes it didn't.