"I suppose you're right, Harry," Jennifer replied smoothly, taking up her drink as the bartender brought it forward with a friendly twitch of his mustache.
As Harry waddled away, she turned her full attention on Jimmy once again. Where to begin was a difficult question. After a moment, she leaned on the counter, chin resting on her palm and said, "You know work. Bodies and paperwork. There's been a spike in vigilantism, but anyone reading that Cipher rag knows about those. There was a card left on my desk this week--" She paused, took another small sip. "Not sure what it means yet. I took it in for a consultation with one of my contacts, but so far we don't have much to go on."