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“There’s nothing more I can tell you,” he stated calmly, though the topic of conversation was bothering him. He couldn’t tell them who killed Devon Vale, or Oliver Rhodes, or anyone else that had been taken within the last few months. It was exactly what he had told the officers who held him for questioning. For more hours than was necessary. “I hardly have any information to begin with.”

“Sounds like you got blessed with all of the good skills to get ahead” He smiled

Georgette gave a harmless shrug and waved a hand, “Oh I’m sure you could have managed.” 

“Suppose the ol’ buck didn’t like what I had ta say.” It wasn’t Killian’s first time getting punched in the nose, and it likely wouldn’t be the last. His mouth had a way of saying whatever it wanted to, regardless of possible consequences.

“People are always intimidated by confidence or in my case a really good stare. Maybe it is. “

“I’m a potential client,” Lydia says, scrolling through her instagram and liking various posts while she waits for the woman’s full attention. 

          her brow rises as she finally turns from her mirror.  ❛   potential client or otherwise, you need an appointment.  ❜  arms cross and her head cants, a smile.  ❛   --  you still didn’t explain how you got in here.  ❜

“Ah, yes, well, like something so simple as a lock would get in my way. Your assistant let me in. Did you forget we had a coffee date?”

                ❛   -- i don’t forget things.  ❜  her memory, while not photographic, was impeccable at the least.  ❛   --  my flight was delayed, what was i supposed to do ? fly the damn thing myself for a latte on fifth ?  ❜

To Nixon, leaving the police station almost felt like leaving Germany once again. A cursed vampire with nowhere to go but New York, now a suspect in a murder case that he had (for once) nothing to do with, and an overwhelming amount of grief for his dead friend. He’d told Devon plenty about himself, and she’d confided about Matt and everything. The pictures with Oliver placed him there, and now no one would believe him until his hands were clean. He’d killed plenty of people in his life, multiple ones daily at a time, but for once it wasn’t him who’d taken out the youngest Rhodes. It’s why the vampire kept his head down as he turned the corner, running into someone and grunting on impact, “Fuck. Can’t you see I’m walkin’ here?”

“Could you please tell me exactly what it is you’d like me to do? Reinstall your router remotely? Up your security? Cleanse for viruses? Replace lost programs or files?” She asked looking to the person with professional curiosity and patience. No request was too big or too small for Collins. And none would be all that peculiar. She lived and breathed computers, her own and others. There were few issues with them that she couldn’t solve or imagine how best to tackle. “Also I don’t take much in terms of a fee, but it really depends on how much time solving the issue at hand will take.” She added. 

             Honey rolled off of her partner’s lips. It was easy to see why the world gravitated towards Victoria. She had her back pressed against the opposing wall, trying to distract her mind with a cup of joe. Her lips paused before the cup. “Still Alice didn’t get you in tears, man? Silence of the Lambs? I could go on and on.”

“You don’t believe I’m capable of giving you the credit?” She asked, far more intrigued to hear Victorias thoughts than dwell on the matter at hand. “Try me.” Valentine easily challenged back, cocking both brows and biting her lower lip, a sight that proved she was enjoying herself. 

“Maybe they just couldn’t muster up the courage, who knows?” Quinn shrugged. “No, I doubt there’s anything I could say that people would find interesting”

A pair of neatly plucked brows were raised, the smallest of smiles, one of victory, pulling at her lips. Closer to a smirk than an actual smile. She did not expect it in this case, most women liked to argue the matter longer, though Valentine could not say she was not among them. Stubborn and pigheaded as she could be. “By all means, step up to the plate and claim all the credit if you so desire, I won’t stand in your way.”  

Quinn raised an eyebrow at the comment. He had to admit it was negativity that made him avoid leaving his home. “ Funny enough I wasn’t actually talking to you. The person who was, left. “ Quinn shrugged looking over at her.