[ Jess rolled her eyes. It was the principle of the thing. But she couldn't really argue with the suggestion to pay it forward. Mr. Mendacity was already well off. Not to mention he ran a casino, one of the shadier ventures within the bounds of the law.
She couldn't fathom why he felt comfortable leaving her alone in his office. A glaring opportunity to snoop. Looking that gift horse in the mouth, she scooped up the clothes, towel, bottle, basically everything, and headed out after him. She could dab at her scratches in a booth and nurse another whiskey before she left. There would be plenty more chances to rifle through his shit, if and when she felt like it, and when she wasn't in danger of leaving a telling trail of blood drops. ]
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She couldn't fathom why he felt comfortable leaving her alone in his office. A glaring opportunity to snoop. Looking that gift horse in the mouth, she scooped up the clothes, towel, bottle, basically everything, and headed out after him. She could dab at her scratches in a booth and nurse another whiskey before she left. There would be plenty more chances to rifle through his shit, if and when she felt like it, and when she wasn't in danger of leaving a telling trail of blood drops. ]