Welcome!
It wasn’t till we were finally alone, in the familiar dark of the prop
wagon, that I got a chance to ask, “All right, what are you up to? You
know something.”
“Not yet.” The satisfaction in his voice sent a chill washing over me, even before he went on, “But I should know more soon. We’ve a clue, Fisk! Our first real clue in this whole wretched affair.”
“What clue?” I demanded, too alarmed for subtlety. Michael in pursuit of a clue is about as safe as a cocked crossbow in the hands of a jealous husband.
--Player's Ruse
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