[Tomorrow she might feel bad for this. She's not interested so much as desperate; desperate for anything to take her mind off the pain in her arm. Cabanela's voice is like static in the face of it; she has to concentrate to make anything out, and even then sometimes it fades along the edges. She can't think.
But Rin tries, holding on to the words like slippery stones. If Cabanela is watching her, her lips move soundlessly, mouthing the very story he's telling her with stalls and gaps, like a student studying out loud to better commit the facts to memory.
The case... What... What was the case? No, it was three... And a cop...]
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But Rin tries, holding on to the words like slippery stones. If Cabanela is watching her, her lips move soundlessly, mouthing the very story he's telling her with stalls and gaps, like a student studying out loud to better commit the facts to memory.
The case... What... What was the case? No, it was three... And a cop...]
Blackmail...?