“‘Sactly what I said. She’s sitting at a dim table, lookin’ all nice, sitting across from a man.” Carl hated when he had to repeat himself. There she was, sure as the sun, sitting in front of a dark-lookin’ man. He had a stern look on his face, yet hers was bright. Happy. He tilted his head, examining her, forgetting about the voice on the other end of the phone until his name was snapped. “Carl. You have the right girl?” “Aye. She’s blonde, blue-eyed, and looks a lot like a dead little Senator daughter.” There was a pause. Then a sharp, “What are they doing.” “Ahh...” Carl scratched his chin, frowning more. He leaned over the table and studied them. “Looks like they’re...talkin’.” “Just talking?” The voice sounded dubious. “Yep. Talkin’.” “About what?” “I ain’t that close that I can hear ‘em,” he muttered. “Get closer!” “I can’t. Want me to be seen?” “It’s not like she knows who you are!” Joey snarled. There was a thump in the background, then an angry curse.
