“I’m sorry, I’m just having a… hard time understanding this,” Nina said slowly, “You two work for - ”
“Work ed for, past tense,” The taller one corrected, “We work for Brekker, now.”
“Right,” rubbing her brow exasperatedly, Nina tried again, “You two worked for Eric Verzamelaar, the run-of-the-mill investment banker who keeps half of Ketterdams’ books at the Exchange. But now you two work for Kaz, because last night you’re claiming your old boss ‘kidnapped’ him, tortured him, and was subsequently killed by our boss throwing a steel cart through his head?”
“Yes, but there’s more to it than that!” The smaller one groaned, “And if you’d let us finish - ”
“I think we would have noticed if Brekker was kidnapped,” Matthias shook his head, his voice firm but kind. “I’m sorry but you must be mistaken.”
“Would you?” The taller one bit out, eyes narrowing, “Cause last night he was, and none of you seem too concerned about it. I thought you lot were supposed to be his crew, or something.”
(Read the rest of "The Spirit of Grief" over on Ao3 - a continuation of my "Shadow of Yotsuya" storyline)
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