Gathering valuable information by playing dumb was my thing. I was an expert at gazing at the world with wide, clueless eyes, but really my brain was processing everything and then some, so when the politician filth finally came through with what I'd told him to do with the guaranteed vote, I could only smile in satisfaction.
The television volume was almost at seventy percent capacity, and I was happily sipping at the whiskey in the rocks glass that I'd stolen from Marco's kitchen the day before. If he was going to keep me confined to this prison cell eight or so hours away from the house, I might as well enjoy myself, right? Right.
