A short, tepid laugh. "Of course you are." Louise took a sip and trained her eyes upon him. "You always were. The line between bounty hunter and cop? Momentously thin. Didn't you see Midnight Run? De Niro made a powerful case in that regard." Her smile turned a scant more Cheshire at the quip.
But then Gordon just had to go for the jugular.
The redhead shrugged. "Nah...," she replied. "I'm practically making double the cash here as I was on the beat." Which was true, but her 'feelings' were a lie nonetheless; she craved being back out there, hunting for blood, seeing righteousness win the day.
Stopping her chat, Louise's eyes flickered back up to meet her former partner's. Loathe to admit it, she'd actually caught a glimpse of him in the bar window. Once. About three months ago. Averting her glance so he'd not meet it, Louise waited until he turned away from the glass before she ran up to it, watching his gait and memorising every detail before he'd disappeared into the dark.
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But then Gordon just had to go for the jugular.
The redhead shrugged. "Nah...," she replied. "I'm practically making double the cash here as I was on the beat." Which was true, but her 'feelings' were a lie nonetheless; she craved being back out there, hunting for blood, seeing righteousness win the day.
Stopping her chat, Louise's eyes flickered back up to meet her former partner's. Loathe to admit it, she'd actually caught a glimpse of him in the bar window. Once. About three months ago. Averting her glance so he'd not meet it, Louise waited until he turned away from the glass before she ran up to it, watching his gait and memorising every detail before he'd disappeared into the dark.