Page 180 of Filthy Lies


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Lodestar:I don’t WANT to leave.

Conor:Well, that’s good.

Lodestar:Just good?

Conor:Better than good.

Lodestar:You don’t have to work in there…

Conor:Figured you might need some space.

Lodestar:Maybe if you weren’t you.

Conor:I am me.

Lodestar:I know. That’s my point.

Conor:Do I have special privileges?

Lodestar:I believe you do.

Lodestar:Conor?

Conor:Yeah. I’m coming. Just gotta finish this up.

Lodestar:I like that song.

Conor:I’m glad.

Lodestar:But, I think it’s wrong.

Conor:Why?

Lodestar:I should have sent that to you. I’m the mess. Not you.

Conor:Star, we’re both messes. But, somehow, when we’re together, it doesn’t feel so tumultuous.

Lodestar:It doesn’t…

Conor:Gimme two mins and I’ll be right in.

Lodestar:<3

Conor:xo

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CONOR

“Bogdan Belyaev is a front,”I said by way of greeting, taking note of the fact she was playing the song I’d sent her again.

After turning down the volume, Star picked up her coffee mug from the nightstand. “What?”

“Did you do a rundown on him?”

“Yes, at the time. No criminal record. He lived off a trust fund. Had a house in…” She frowned. “I want to say somewhere on the Ohio/Kentucky border.”

“Yeah, and that’s it. That’s what I found too. No loans, no credit card debts. Not even a car was registered in his name. Just the house and money that came in from a ‘trust fund.’”

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