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Vincent took the cards and glanced over them. I couldn’t read his eyes and he didn’t reply. “Well? Do we need some sort of master plan for this stuff or do we just wing it?”
“Neither,” he replied. He tucked the cards into one of his inside coat pockets and looked me over. I blushed and crossed my arms over my chest.
I narrowed my eyes. “What? You don’t have x-ray vision, do you?” I asked him.
I detected a faint wisp of a smile on his lips. “No, but in order to complete this assignment you will need a new set of clothes.”
I glanced down at my crummy clothes. They were the ones I’d worn since Tim’s death and my sudden evacuation from my apartment. I tried to wash them while Vincent was asleep, but the dirt and blood stains weren’t coming out. “It’d be nice just to get out o
