"It wasn't me, I swear."
Christopher clenched his jaw. "I haven't even said anything, Hannah."
"But I know why you called," she said and Christopher could hear her moving in the background. "You think I told Leon that you lied about being in New Orleans. I didn't. And besides, Leon would find out about the truth sooner or later anyway. It just happened sooner."
"But I was hoping he'd find out later, Hannah." Turning around, Christopher dropped the pages he was holding to his desk. "Much, much later. What am I hiring men for? To throw him off our scent."
"I know I can rarely hold secrets but you know I won't do this to you, Skull."
"I know, sweetheart," he sighed, removing his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose. "I'm not blaming you really. I'm just having a bad day."
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