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“Guess that means we’re both standing in the wrong line. Sounds like Jimmy’s a professional at owing everyone.”
He shifted his weight, keeping his voice even. “So, if he’s dodging you too, that means you’ve got an idea where he runs when he’s spooked.
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let it take the shape the people here need it to take. Even if it’s different from the one you brought in your folder.”
He started walking toward the chairs with slow but deliberate steps. Then, without looking back, added over his shoulder, “And if you’re ready for that…
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It’s not that they’re unfriendly, just—”
He turned to look at her now.
“They’re used to being a bullet point in someone else’s pitch.”
( @FLEURSDAMOURE )
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their aides were unloading water bottles and notepads. Someone already trying to coordinate the meeting location, as if the port workers or fishermen operated on Outlook calendars.
“They’ve been visited before,” Nuel continued. “Surveyed, photographed, promised things.
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and from the looks of this place, I don’t think you’ve got insurance.”
He stepped further in. One slow bootstep at a time.
“No one’s stealing. No one’s pulling anything. We came here looking for someone.”
( @7inchesunder )
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not a bastard.
He shoved the creaky sorry thing, reappearing at the door––with hands open and empty, moving slow.
“I wouldn’t shoot her,” he said calmly. “Not ‘cause she doesn’t deserve it—believe me, she’s a lot. But that’s ten kinds of paperwork for you,
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