Jason read it, cracked up, and read it again, careful not to smudge old-fashioned ink. “Hell yeah. Part of deadly assassin training. Flawless penmanship.”
“I imagine you’d learn multiple styles in assassin school. Disguises. One for each identity.”
“Okay, but what if your villain was, like, a handwriting expert? And figured out the connections?” This was him talking to Colby about assassins and handwriting. This was them having a conversation. This was Colby writing out a gentle bit of teasing and tossing it at him. Those were good things, right? “He’d come after you.”
“If you were a well-trained assassin I expect you could take someone out with a good pen nib. Or a quill, depending on how historical we’re being. If you sharpened the—”
Andy’s loudest assistant director voice interrupte
