Capin’s sleek black cape loosened, readying for that moment before one of those thugs made a hint of a move.
But that moment never came. Instead, the leather-clad woman standing before him turned her back on him and began walking into the darkness. After a few steps, she paused and looked back over her shoulder at the dapper detective. “Are you just going to stand there looking like all menacing and penguin-like, or are you going to come see my operation.”
“It’s that easy?” Capin asked, his usual wit buried by the surprise of her offer.
“Well,” she answered, the leather of her mask reshaping slightly as she smiled beneath it. “There is that pesky walking.” To emphasize her intent, she held her arms in front of her, signaling a direction...Read More