"There he is, Simon Riley."
"There's no picture"
"Never"
"And (y/n)?"
"Negative. Died six years ago."
Laswell slide a piece of paper across the table to Price.
"You have a call to make"
"There he is, Simon Riley."
"There's no picture"
"Never"
"And (y/n)?"
"Negative. Died six years ago."
Laswell slide a piece of paper across the table to Price.
"You have a call to make"
"You're in 141 now, Ace. There's no place for being gentle here," His eyes dance across my face but come back up to my eyes as he waits for a response.
I swallow the lump that has inevitably formed...