If it's not drawing from your accounts, then he can't trace it to you, can he? Between Danny and Jessica, let them bounce finances so much there isn't a trace, or just pay Danny under the table while one of his offshore accounts covers your fees. Jessica can take care of any fake IDs you need. It's just if you want, but there are ways. I'd hate for you to be uncomfortable.
Hawkdog?
Linda gave a little sigh at Kate asking about Henry. Such a sweet girl. Catholic? There wasn't any cross in sight but that didn't mean anything these days. That she didn't anoint herself with holy water when entering did tell Linda that she wasn't practicing, but well...
She was here. They could work with that. The church was welcoming to new or lapsed members, she wouldn't judge. Matthew had smiled so happily earlier, and they all wanted Matthew to settle down with a nice girl and give them babies to coo over. Such a nice lawyer and man. Such a nice lady. Well, it wasn't like Matthew was married or cheating, to bring a friend to church. They were all fine to pick and nudge.
"Henry was the kindness man you'd ever meet, once you got beneath the surface," she told Kate as she sat a pew ahead of them. She turned around to keep talking until the priest arrived. "He was a bit prickly, you know. At first. But he had a good heart. Matthew here brought him soup the last few months he was alive." She cleared her throat. "We take care of each other, you know? That's what a church does. But enough about us! Tell me about you, dear. Beyond your lovely dog, who I want to meet. Let's plan on next Tuesday." Who dared argue? Susan was already sending an e-vite on Linda's behalf to Matthew to forward to Kate. "Tell us all about yourself."
Cheshire smiles. Demure and placid, a wave of well-made but working class heads turned to Kate, taking Linda's lead. Susan was their data manager, but Linda with her crochet and endless parking tickets?
She was the leader who was spinning her web.
Matt cleared his throat, throwing a lifeline even if Kate had said this was sweet. They were, but...
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Switching to prose to handle multiple NPCs, LOL
Date: 2025-05-17 09:17 pm (UTC)Hawkdog?
Linda gave a little sigh at Kate asking about Henry. Such a sweet girl. Catholic? There wasn't any cross in sight but that didn't mean anything these days. That she didn't anoint herself with holy water when entering did tell Linda that she wasn't practicing, but well...
She was here. They could work with that. The church was welcoming to new or lapsed members, she wouldn't judge. Matthew had smiled so happily earlier, and they all wanted Matthew to settle down with a nice girl and give them babies to coo over. Such a nice lawyer and man. Such a nice lady. Well, it wasn't like Matthew was married or cheating, to bring a friend to church. They were all fine to pick and nudge.
"Henry was the kindness man you'd ever meet, once you got beneath the surface," she told Kate as she sat a pew ahead of them. She turned around to keep talking until the priest arrived. "He was a bit prickly, you know. At first. But he had a good heart. Matthew here brought him soup the last few months he was alive." She cleared her throat. "We take care of each other, you know? That's what a church does. But enough about us! Tell me about you, dear. Beyond your lovely dog, who I want to meet. Let's plan on next Tuesday." Who dared argue? Susan was already sending an e-vite on Linda's behalf to Matthew to forward to Kate. "Tell us all about yourself."
Cheshire smiles. Demure and placid, a wave of well-made but working class heads turned to Kate, taking Linda's lead. Susan was their data manager, but Linda with her crochet and endless parking tickets?
She was the leader who was spinning her web.
Matt cleared his throat, throwing a lifeline even if Kate had said this was sweet. They were, but...
"Maybe this should wait for the donuts."