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The pair followed Quill down the hall and to the front of the house where the living room was located. He drew the curtains, shutting out any prying eyes before he gestured to the furniture. “Have a seat.”
Jack and Nena took the couch while Quill stood on the other side of the coffee table with his arms folded over his chest. “I hope you didn’t just come here to harass Pipsqueak and ruin my fence.”
Jack leaned back and took a puff on his cigarette. “You know a lot of Underground information for a human. We want to know why.”
Quill shrugged. “I might not be welcomed in the Underground but I’ve got a good pair of eyes to act as my ghostwriter, and let’s just say William Fox owes me a big favor.”
Nena’s eyes widened. “William Fox? The billionaire?”
“The same, but I doubt I ha
