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“I don’t know where to begin,” Score said, drifting toward the full-height window opposite where she sat. “You want honesty? You should know I never planned to tell you any of this… I wasn’t even sure I was gonna go through with it.”
“Through with what?” she asked, trying to encourage him on and show that she would exercise patience while he figured out what he wanted to say.
Score’s chin moved toward his shoulder. “Do you know why they call me Score?”
“Yes,” she said because Fish told her. “You were known for settling scores. Fixing the messes Biz made.”
That she managed not to spit his name with disgust was an achievement to be proud of. His attention went to the window again.
“It’s what I always did. What I was good at.”
That and f*****g, which he’d once told her was his speci
