>>6021039>>6021043You grab a particularly nice looking white peach and leave a coin on the counter. Richter follows suit, grabbing a coconut she pulls in half. You walk outside and before too long once again come across Jim pacing in the street. He looks at the note you hand him.
Jim's eyes go wide but then he looks resolute and calm.
<span class="mu-s">"It looks like he got nowhere. So, it was Hercules Hamilton, huh? Damn."</span>
<span class="mu-b">"Damn."</span>
<span class="mu-s">"He was playing it pretty careful. Never so much as glared at one of our goblins. I thought the spy might have been Stukka. I'm almost ashamed I was off the mark."</span>
Jim puts his thumbs in his suspenders.
<span class="mu-s">"All the same, I'll get my boys to search his apartment. See what we can uncover if anything. I take it he's long gone."</span>
