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- 1: Lucier's condo above Lux, LA, Monday (shhhh, timey wimey)
- 2: Lucifer's (et al) mansion, Wednesday night
- 3: The Cape Rouge, Port of Fandom, early Monday morning
- 4: The Cape Rouge, Port of Fandom, Saturday afternoon
- 5: Outside the Gentlemen's Closet, Baltimore, Friday evening
- 6: A quiet pier, Cat Island, Bahamas, Tuesday morning
- 7: The deck of the Fin and Tonic, Tuesday afternoon
- 8: The Pier on Cat Island, Tuesday morning
- 9: The OceaNyx, in port and out to sea, Sunday morning
- 10: The galley of the Cape Rouge, Thursday evening
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Re: Meanwhile, around town
Date: 2020-09-22 08:55 pm (UTC)“Like that matters? You hear about this chick or not?”
“Not from those circles,” Dwight said finally. “Sounds a little like Duke’s new girl.”
“She’s with Crocker?!”
Damn, and Jordan had thought she might have taste.
“Jordan —“
“Are you tracking them?” Jordan asked. “Or do I have to put a tail on her myself?”
“Don’t. Look, you said she was going to Claire’s? I’m nearby. I’ll swing by, check her out.”
“You’d better. When Crocker goes off, we need to know.”
“I’ll handle it, Jordan.”
Dwight hung up and rubbed his nose, then checked to make sure his crossbow was within reach in his truck. Jordan had a short fuse and a long love affair with paranoia — bit better safe than sorry. . . .