Ann's silence still clung to me long after the call cut, she left no goodbye, no snarky remarks (which, honestly, she rarely do, mostly a me thing), not even a chuckle.
Just gone and disconnected.
I sat I stared at the mug in front of me until the foam turned flat and the glass felt heavy, my mind still tangled in knots, I sniffed a bit to feel the alcohol in my nostrils.
Some questions had answers now:
Ann's going to call me back soon, probably tonight
Tanya's an enigmatic bitch.
New Destiny is Destiny + Omnitetris.
That whole tangle had been ripped open and half-stitched back together, but the rest is still at large.
Most of what's left just minor worries that harm no one… Like the way Pearl looked at me like a government agent keeping tabs on a Soviet spy… Was he suspicious, or just that kind of man who's born with a bitch resting face?
Then there's the raid results… I wonder what's my share will be.
