"Dokkaebi. Lady D. The queen of opium in these parts. She's got a monopoly on the dealing of it, and I've been trying to get her off the streets for months. She's a slippery one, but unless this Canary of yours had anything to do with dope, I can't see her taking an interest."
He drummed his fingers on the top of his desk, and then reached for a pen and a piece of scrap paper. He'd thank Ms. Lance not to mention that he was using the back of a bill marked 'past due' to write down the names and, where he could, the addresses of the hit men he knew of. Better in her hands than his.
Better in anyone's hands but his.
"Whistle, hm? With any luck you won't be out of earshot."
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Date: 2014-07-13 02:10 am (UTC)He drummed his fingers on the top of his desk, and then reached for a pen and a piece of scrap paper. He'd thank Ms. Lance not to mention that he was using the back of a bill marked 'past due' to write down the names and, where he could, the addresses of the hit men he knew of. Better in her hands than his.
Better in anyone's hands but his.
"Whistle, hm? With any luck you won't be out of earshot."