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Her sly smile crept back in its seemingly rightful place as she slid into a seat with the widest view of the joint. Always cautious, always prepared. “Love, I have to, it’s just how my job is. I don’t work in the light, I work in the shadows- kind of like the very thing that’s wreaking havoc on your cozy little home.”
Taking a careful sip she leaned back, bright blue eyes pinned on him. “You ever wonder what goes bump in the night? Working in the shadows, can’t see it, can’t here it, can’t even feel it working against you until it’s near to late? You think you know, but you don’t. You’re in so far deep in it and you don’t even know it.”
“Your saying words that don’t make any sense there,” he commented, biting back the urge to walk away from her and her theatrics. There were plenty of them that came through his town, stirring up trouble before they ran right back out again, but instead, he wanted to know what was going on in her head as he took a stop across from her. “And if this is all you’re going to tell me, then you might as well tell me that I’m only wastin’ my time thinking you have something to do with any of this. People are dying and you’re talking about things that go bump in the night?”














