"Well, if they’re in town, won’t be too hard to find them, and if they’re not, it might be a bit difficult."
{ but she’d try of course, because helping anyone was better than sitting around the station later and twiddling her thumbs. the only things she ever did was break up fights at bars and find lost cats. }
"Got a name for this person?"
“Lukas Finch.”
| – The name contrived his expression to deviate from blank to palmy; the visualization of the man’s blood settled thickly across his palms made his maw water. Such a sensation led bister orbs saturated with splotches of ice blue askew throughout them; to focus on the broad, lips gently parted in two as thick saliva coated dialect ran across the surface of twain petal soft tiers. – |
“Personal business.”