His eyes refocused as he leaned against the cold concrete walls of the underground tram lines. Noid reached into her pocket and slipped out two cigarettes. She placed the butts in her mouth, lit them with her lighter, and then handed one to him. Trying to ignore the pulsating ache bashing through his cranium, he smiled his thanks and took a few quick drags.
Noid flicked ash onto the filthy ground. “I took these off a dead German.”
Despite himself, McCabe couldn’t help but smile at the mysterious Black Visor.
Catching his glance, she c****d her head and exhaled cigarette smoke. “Something funny?”
“Yes, actually,” he said and tapped the ash from his own cigarette. “This is the longest conversation we’ve had without you reaching for your gun.”
Noid chuckled to herself before quickly brin
