Noir, part 2

The window behind me shatters, and I duck, narrowly avoiding a pavement stone.

Third time this month.  I’m not surprised.  With my phone disconnected, it’s the second best way to send me a message.

The dame didn’t react quickly enough, though.  Now she’s got a blackeye.

“Duck,” I say, smiling.

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Noir, part 1

It’s sunny outside, but I’ve got the blinds closed.  I like shadow.

This dame doesn’t.  Keeps trying to see my face better.  But she’ll hire me regardless.

Someone’s trying to kill her husband, and she’s trying to see if I’ll react to her cleavage.

I open the blinds a bit.

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