The Thief's Heart Part I"So, you know,” I said, cramming my last fry in my mouth, “all I did was call her up and say, ‘hey, I heard you were in the market to make some extra cash. If you’ve got, let’s say, some information regarding what your company’s been so secretive about lately, I’d love to know. Then I gave her my contact information and we agreed to meet up next month. I mean, that’s it.”More Like This
“And? What’s the problem?” Booster asked, only about a quarter through his own fries. I looked at them in wonder for a moment, then continued my story.
“Okay, so I’m going about my business, and who should call me up but Bruce Wayne.”
“Whoa, what? The Bruce Wayne? The guy from the tabloids with all those hot chicks? How’s he get all those women, anyway?” Booster had paused from his fry consumption and I wondered if he was finished. We were a little late to lunch break, so we were the only ones in the Leag