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consultingcriminalmoriarty:

From where Jim had been waiting nearby he heard Rebecca’s shout. 

Wanting to bask in her fury he moved towards the car, leaning in through the window. “Hello Rebecca,” he greeted. “How’s it going?”

She wanted to slap him. Still always so smug.

“This is a new low, Jim,” she snapped. “Even by your standards. Taking a criminal’s personal sniper?” Rebecca shook her head. 

She waved her hand toward at her brother. “It doesn’t matter though. You’re still going to lose.”