Lisa grinned. “And I don’t like her. But she’s not stupid, either. She knows this is mutually beneficial.”
And hey, Faultline does generally seem willing to strike deals with people she doesn’t like.
Lisa drew a pen from her pocket and scribbled on the back of one page. “My number, if you’re interested.”
He took the sheets, looked them over, then rolled them up and stuck them in his back pants pocket.
Lisa just gave Faultline her number. Let the kismesissitude bloom!
“We’ll be in touch one way or another,” he said.
Sounds good to me.
Then he was gone, around the side of the building and up to the roof in heartbeats.
See ya! 🙂
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