finn
it always feels more quiet in the dark
"Cancel it," Finn says of his three oh-five. "Mrs. Dubois will be dead by tomorrow. We'll deal with her then." Already he's on his feet again, moving to file Miller back in the cabinet where he belongs, promptly forgetting that he has a secretary or that he's supposed to pat her on the ass or a million other manly things expected of him. "Instead I'll be going to Gowanus Bay. I'll probably be out there for some time, so you can lock up whenever you're finished."
Is he supposed to tell her when that is? Probably. He's probably supposed to tell her a lot about the job, in truth. But then again this isn't what Finn expected when he woke up this morning. "I will give you my spare set of keys, but please keep them in a coat pocket. Don't take them out when you get home."
Is he supposed to tell her when that is? Probably. He's probably supposed to tell her a lot about the job, in truth. But then again this isn't what Finn expected when he woke up this morning. "I will give you my spare set of keys, but please keep them in a coat pocket. Don't take them out when you get home."
it always feels so stark
