[And he slips the cash into his jacket pocket, as unobtrusive as ever. It's that kind of nonchalance that lets him murder someone in the middle of a crowded room - though she hasn't exactly seen that yet.
He can watch her in a new light now, though, and she's good. He doesn't like that. Still, he slips his arm around her shoulders again, and strolls down the street again.]
[Spam]
He can watch her in a new light now, though, and she's good. He doesn't like that. Still, he slips his arm around her shoulders again, and strolls down the street again.]
There are two more within a couple blocks.