“Yes, I’m alive. No, you probably shouldn’t be happy to see that. Let’s just move the fuck on and discuss why you’re here, yeah?”
“I uh...” He hesitated before rubbing the back of his neck. “My mother had about four first editions of ‘A Tale of Two Cities’ and gave one to me,” Winston laughed as he produced it from his messenger back. “I, frankly, cannot stand this book so I thought I’d give it to someone who’d appreciate it.”
















