Booker sighed out the negativity, even
uttering a small chuckle at the woman’s
surrender. The raise of an eyebrow, him
noticing details not noticed before.“ You some tax-collector? I told that pal
of yours I’ll get my papers in as soon
as I finish some cases of mine. “

;⚜—ℒ⊱
“ Tax collectors are typically even less
persistent than my brother and my-
self, wouldn’t you agree? I’m sure
you’ve had plenty of experience. “
“ Wha— this isn’t some damn fifth-grade
science project. You don’t need to some
procedure, mix fucking water n’ Cesium,
and repeat steps one-through-ten to do
this.
Goddamn. ”

;⚜—ℒ⊱
A quiet sneer curls the edges of her lips up at
his barking protest, and the woman hesitates
before simply shrugging her small shoulders.
“ Very well then. If you’ve
thought this out so well… “
“ Then ‘ya don’t know me at all. ”

;⚜—ℒ⊱
“ I know of you, and that is
enough, quite frankly. Do
you have any evidence to
back up your hypothesis? “