Stopping at a dark corner, she peers out from under the brim of her perfectly placed fedora to watch as the man stands in wait, just under the illuminating glow of a street lamp. She knows who he's waiting for, and she's more than alright with that. Round them all up together, then she can question them one by one.
As she waits, she reaches down to slowly slide the Colt 1911 pistol from her discreetly hidden holster, letting her fingers feels the cool metal with some satisfaction. Breasts make men talk, breasts and a gun make men talk even quicker.
And so she waits, her eyes sharply observing the group of shadows that come from around the corner, a smog of cigarette smoke following after them. The man she'd been following goes to join them, and she adjusts her hand on the weapon. She's about to step out when a straggler emerges from the same alleyway, and she holds back for a moment longer, watching him carefully.
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As she waits, she reaches down to slowly slide the Colt 1911 pistol from her discreetly hidden holster, letting her fingers feels the cool metal with some satisfaction. Breasts make men talk, breasts and a gun make men talk even quicker.
And so she waits, her eyes sharply observing the group of shadows that come from around the corner, a smog of cigarette smoke following after them. The man she'd been following goes to join them, and she adjusts her hand on the weapon. She's about to step out when a straggler emerges from the same alleyway, and she holds back for a moment longer, watching him carefully.