By now, it's almost time for the songbird to have her voice back. I'd forgotten her longer than I should have. She only slips into my mind when I see the door to Soot's Kiss fly off its hinges, revealing a naked hunk of a man scrambling for cover.
I don't know why.
I wonder why.
"Still bored?" The whore with the gilded name drawls, her voice like smoke curling around her lips. She doesn't bother covering herself, even with Zevrin hammering the man who was supposed to pay her. A pipe dangles from her fingers, her thinly veiled figure on full display as though she thrives on the carnage.
I ignore her laugh as she leans back, languid and amused.
Zevrin has the man squirming like a gutted fish. Another one of my men rifles through the bastard's coat, finally pulling free the ledger I've been chasing.
