<strong>Carol Neathawk<br/>Gehenna bar, standing at the bar<br/>Talking With Berenger Zarkhov</strong><br/><br/>Carol allowed herself to show a little fear.  Hell she<strong> felt</strong>fear, but who wouldn't?  Even if they didn't recognize who this was, and she did, his file was thick and a very interesting read.<br/><br/>Even if they hadn't the first to find the body of a streetwalker contact who very probably was killed by this man.<br/><br/>She kept her gaze steady, shifted her stance very slightly, but not too much.  If a man like this thought she was preparing to draw on him....<br/><em><br/> Because I was snooping around trying to connect you to Sunshine's murder, you brutal son of a bitch. </em>Aloud, she said "I stood lookout for a couple of jobs your outfit pulled last year.  I never met you directly, but I knew who I was working with, I'm sure you swa me while your boys were assembling for a job or blowing off steam after it.  MId-range stuff, paid well, they told me to stay clear of them for a while.  Just in case."  She raised her fresh glass to him and took a sip. then added, because he would find out anyway "I was seeing a couple of your girls around that time. "<em>Not just Sunshine, but she was my source.</em>That's how your guys knew me.  I stayed out of the way, kept my mouth shut about what was going on around me, let them do their jobs.  They decided I might be useful.  I made sure I was."<br/><br/>