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Star:Maybe her husband loved her. I got mine to do anything I wanted. By the end.

Conor:Fucks me in the head to think you married your buyer.

Star:I killed him too.

Conor:That freaks me out less.

Star:Good to know lol.

Conor:So you want to find more of these manifestos?

Star:I was thinking that was a start.

Conor:It’s a needle in a haystack.

Star:I know, but we have the original manifesto. I tracked maybe five of the women, but I got sidetracked with Katina and stopped heading down that path and focused on the Sparrows, not their victims.

Conor:Why are you shifting gears now?

Star:You said you’d help.

Conor:And I will.

Star:Plus, I told Dead To Me about this situation.

Conor:Why don’t you call her by her name?

Star:Habit. I’m Lodestar to her and she’s Dead To Me to me.

Conor:It’s such a mouthful.

Star:Lol. More like a bunch of letters to type.

Conor:What’s her real name?

Star:Cin.

Conor:What did you get her doing?

Star:She works with the CIA.

Conor:Okaaay. Is this about the pokers again?

Star:Maybe. She’s more like a satellite of theirs now.

Conor:You want her back in the field?

Star:That’s not doable with her schedule.

Conor:Yes, I’m sure her kill-for-hire business is booming.

Star:Oh, it is. She was complaining about a gift bag shortage or something yesterday.

Conor:That’s such a weird thing to do.

Star:Everyone has their MO. It’s called an MO for a reason.

Conor:I picked up on that.

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