Page 39 of Filthy Lies

Star:You do not.

Conor:I fucking do!

Star:Why?

Conor:Because.

Star:WHY?

Conor:Because it’s a great investment?

Star:Isn’t that Triad territory?

Conor:They owed me a favor.

Star:What did you do? And, hell, WHEN did you do it?

Conor:I know it comes as a shock to you, but I did have a life before I knew you.

Star:Spill.

Conor:Only if you spill in return…

Star:Deal. When, why, what, and how?

Conor:I leveraged some information about four months or so before you came along and headbutted through my firewalls.

Star:Half the story much? And I didn’t headbutt anything. I slipped inside like a ninja.

Conor:You left a mile-wide gash behind you. Nothing about your entry or exit was discreet.

Star:Filthy.Lies.

Conor:Filthy.Truth.

Conor:Anyway, I thought you wanted to talk about crusty old white guys.

Star:I did, but now I’m curious. Back to the topic at hand. What information did you leverage?

Conor:The Sparrows were on the periphery of my attention for a while, I think. I’m pretty certain this guy was shafted by them. He proclaimed his innocence and I managed to come across the CCTV footage that confirmed his alibi.

Star:That was handy.

Conor::P

Star:Don’t show me your tongue. Waggle it so I understand. Did you make a deep fake?

Conor:Sort of.

Star:I didn’t know you had those types of skills.

Conor:There’s plenty you don’t know about me lol.

Star:I’m not sure I like that.

Conor:HA! It’s not as if you’re an open book.

Star:True. Was it falsified or not?

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