![]() And considering she had managed to steal from him meant she wasn’t just any pocket thief. “You got something of mine there. “Well, this’s been a grand ol’ time, hasn’t it? But play time’s over.” Though he couldn’t put a name to her face, she looked familiar. He caught her later that afternoon on a secluded little side street, waiting for her when she turned the corner. It was all a waste of his time, but it was his fault in the first place for getting too comfortable, he supposed. It’d be just his luck that this woman was a little thief. Choosing the first woman that remotely matched what he was looking for and going for it. That was all. Needless to say, if the money weren’t excellent, he wouldn’t be here right now.īut he needed to start somewhere. He was running with a flimsy description of a woman that could literally match thousands of people and a rough estimate of her location. And you won’t tell me why you need her dead. Speaking of, he was given little to no information to go off of for this particular job, and his employer was about as helpful as a screen door on a submarine. You know what they say: Home is where the headache is. If there was a ceiling to hit overtop the Empire State Building, he was there, banging his head against the glass. Now he was here too often, almost as if it was his second home. There was a point in time when the idea of New York intrigued him. At least he could make a fortune cheating at cards there. He’d even take Vegas over the big apple in a pinch. To be fair, he wasn’t exactly well-liked in London for various reasons, but New York, oh, New York was the definition of too much. And yet he was continuously recruited to spend countless hours in both god awful cities. what his least favorite place to visit was, he’d offer one of two answers: a) London or b) New York City. ‘Ll be in every movie f you were to ask J.R. He rested his chin on Kit’s shoulder, “But I mean if you want to watch reruns of The Simpsons instead I ain’t gonna complain – Are you gonna let me put my seasoning on the popcorn? I’m telling you I’m gonna get it in stores one day. And listen if I grab your hand it’s cause they’re cold and I’m just tryin’ to warm them up don’t get any ideas.” Don’s pit bull snored under the kitchen table as Tino peered at the timer on the microwave. He poked Kit’s side, “I’m a big strong man whatareyou talkin’ about I don’t got to watch it with you?” He finished the slice of pizza he had in his free hand, jaw naturally unhinging like a snake, “I can handle a scary movie.” A pause, “…We just, you know, gotta leave the kitchen light on, that’s all. Something told him he’d been running in the wrong direction. ![]() Not too long ago Tino had decided (for reasons he still didn’t quite understand) that he would not be sneaking back through her bedroom window. Maybe he and Euphy had used each other as means of escape at one point. They all needed their own forms of escapism. Even if Tino knew that that scrap piece of paper hung up with clear tape on the fridge meant that Don was probably going to see his ex-wife Tino would allow him that. Kit was his best friend after all.ĭon had left a note explaining he was off to play poker and to not expect him till late if at all. He’d watch ever scary movie by that kid’s side if it meant he could be helpful in some way. He could offer trips to the arcade and long nights on the roof of the deli just listening to Kit talk or cry or whatever Kit needed to do. He could slip his arms under Kit’s and hold him close. No, he couldn’t wave a hand and make all of this… heavy pain go away… But he could cook meals. All he could do was to continue to be present for Kit. And despite the Favero’s own dysfunctional dynamic, Tino knew he could never really understand. T ino knew Kit had a lot of family shit going on.
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