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I argue to myself that I'm only finishing out what I started. You know. The jobs that Abel and I both agreed to take on before he up and vanished from the city. I know that I shouldn't be holding it against him that he has; all signs point to people being yanked away from the safety of Darrow whether they like it or not. But I can't help it. I'm feeling more than a little rage running through these veins.
So that's how I get myself into sticky situations. Take, for instance, the siren I'm trailing after down the street. I've come across some pretty strong wailers before, but this one looks like she fits the storybook bill. Not so appealing to a woman's ears, but about as alluring as it gets for men. Why the distinction, I couldn't say. Maybe men are easier to hoodwink.
Wouldn't surprise me.
I zone out for only a minute before I notice that she's locked on a target. A man, by the looks of the silhouette, and it isn't until I'm closer that I feel my head suddenly rush in panic. Because I know the man she's got her hands on, and I know that he's got kids at home waiting for him to return.
Swearing under her breath, Faye hugs herself close to the concrete wall of the alley, keeping herself hidden in the shadows as she watches the pair in the distance. A siren's song isn't simply going to jerk a man suddenly out of all reason, and if Faye knows Brendan Conlon well, he probably isn't looking to be lured by any sort of woman right now in the first place. At least, she hopes.
Then again, she doesn't exactly know that side of Brendan all that well. They've only ever been friends — unusual friends from completely opposite walks of life, but friends nonetheless.
She rolls her gaze up towards the sky, listening intently for any sound or hint of trouble in the distance. The siren is beautiful, with creamy skin that practically glows under the moonlight, and deep black hair with a hint of green in its tint. Just unearthly enough to attract the attention of anyone who looks twice, Faye thinks.
She loads her gun, then pulls her phone out of her pocket, drawing up Brendan's number.
"Hey there," the siren says, voice carrying just a hint of a giggle. "You look like you could use some company tonight."
Faye's fingers fly across the screen.
Do you have time to meet up tonight?
Hopefully, Brendan will pick up on what's happening through the timing, if not the words themselves.
So that's how I get myself into sticky situations. Take, for instance, the siren I'm trailing after down the street. I've come across some pretty strong wailers before, but this one looks like she fits the storybook bill. Not so appealing to a woman's ears, but about as alluring as it gets for men. Why the distinction, I couldn't say. Maybe men are easier to hoodwink.
Wouldn't surprise me.
I zone out for only a minute before I notice that she's locked on a target. A man, by the looks of the silhouette, and it isn't until I'm closer that I feel my head suddenly rush in panic. Because I know the man she's got her hands on, and I know that he's got kids at home waiting for him to return.
Swearing under her breath, Faye hugs herself close to the concrete wall of the alley, keeping herself hidden in the shadows as she watches the pair in the distance. A siren's song isn't simply going to jerk a man suddenly out of all reason, and if Faye knows Brendan Conlon well, he probably isn't looking to be lured by any sort of woman right now in the first place. At least, she hopes.
Then again, she doesn't exactly know that side of Brendan all that well. They've only ever been friends — unusual friends from completely opposite walks of life, but friends nonetheless.
She rolls her gaze up towards the sky, listening intently for any sound or hint of trouble in the distance. The siren is beautiful, with creamy skin that practically glows under the moonlight, and deep black hair with a hint of green in its tint. Just unearthly enough to attract the attention of anyone who looks twice, Faye thinks.
She loads her gun, then pulls her phone out of her pocket, drawing up Brendan's number.
"Hey there," the siren says, voice carrying just a hint of a giggle. "You look like you could use some company tonight."
Faye's fingers fly across the screen.
Do you have time to meet up tonight?
Hopefully, Brendan will pick up on what's happening through the timing, if not the words themselves.