Fuck each other with mugs at home Slipping the wipe back in her bag, she straightened and said, “No. Castor. Estes?” Amber asked, finishing packing up as she stared at him. “Don’t worry about him. “Thank you,” Amber said, giving him a small smile. Amber found such prolonged ocular intimacy… off-putting. “Yes, well… this used to be a hospital, you see,” Amber said, staring at the floor indicator above the door. The man immediately grabbed for his throat, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water as he pushed away from the table. Castor. Neither spoke as they waited for their ride nor exchanged pleasantries as the lift’s doors closed behind them, and they began to ascend. She glanced at the floor to see a pool of blood slowly creeping toward her and stepped around the side of the table, careful to not get any on her shoes. Gerrard. “What bank is it?”
Phillip hesitated. She didn’t understand why this was going to be the hill he chose to die on. She glanced at the dying form on the floor, no more than a blurry shape while cleaning it with the care of someone who’d found a wayward fingerprint. “The ledger you stole from Mr. Your name is Phillip Castor, correct?”
The man eyed the seat warily but didn’t move. Do you understand?”
Estes nodded, making a concerted effort to not look at the dead body.
