"What, like they give standby seats to stalkers?" he muttered under his breath and away from the phone. Into it, he said, "Look, she disappeared. She must've made me; she's one of your girls, right? Not my fault she's good."
It was his best angle, much as he hated to grit out the words about the girl who'd beaten the crap out of him and lost him his job.
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Date: 2009-09-26 12:11 am (UTC)It was his best angle, much as he hated to grit out the words about the girl who'd beaten the crap out of him and lost him his job.