Re: Rogue + Jack Rackham
He wondered what the little, glassy slab in her hand was, but it seemed far less important than what she divulged to him. The ability to steal memories from a simple touch was not something to be taken lightly, and he put his hand down.
"I have too much that might incriminate me," he said with a jaunty smile, putting his hand back into his pocket.
The committee member began a rehearsed speech from a piece of paper.
"Yes, yes, 2019, Madison Valley," he said impatiently.
...
... "Miss Rogue... exactly how much *is* a thousand dollars?" he asked. It had a nice, round, solid sound to it.