“No. You’re right. I’ve been thinking too short-term.”
“I really did want to come by and talk about less serious things. It’s a shame we can’t.”
You can’t?
“We have time to do that, don’t we? We could go back to my lair, hang. I can show you what I’ve got done on your new costume, and we could talk about the mask,” I suggested.
“Let’s go home to my place and talk about clothes.”
So is this where the Slaughterhouse get involved?
He shook his head. “No. What I meant was that I’d hoped to spend today talking about that stuff. But we’re not going to get the chance. Something more serious has come up.”
Looking like it.
“Oh hell.” My initial suspicions had been right. This wasn’t a social call.
Nope.
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