<div class="floatleft">(http://distractionsink.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/reno1-227x350.jpg)</div>He was glad she'd let his brief accusation slide. It didn't make him any more outwardly cheerful, but he was happy for it all the same.<br/><br/><em>“Do we know who gave Marty the picture?” She finally asked, “Or why Marty would want to screw us over?” <br/><br/></em>Marc wondered what Marty had to gain from giving them bogus information. Marc had given one hundred dollars, an advance on the cut he would get for the fortune they were supposed to get from the ransom. Marty was shady, dim-witted, and was high all the time, but he wasn't so dumb as to sell Marc out for a Ben Franklin. There was either a bigger game, or as Jackie suggested next, it could just be shit luck.<br/><br/>With the hurdles Jackie and he had overcome lately, shit luck kinda fit.<br/><br/>Now they had to babysit Katie-err, whatever she said her name was. J-something?<br/><br/>"I'll make us some food." Again, a peace offering instead of an apology. "Would you escort her highness to the head? I guess we're gonna need to get used to those masks..." He muttered as he pulled out some cooking ingredients they brought.