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"You are no Wraith to go sneaking around," Kaz called, entering his office, "You leave messy trails."
"Where's the fun if you can't get caught?" her grinning face appeared from a corner, twirling a golden coin between her fingers. "Always wondered if this was real gold."
Quickly he took his hat and coat off, leaving them on a hanger. He had to be quick to catch her before she sets something on fire. "Does weight like it," she commented from behind the corner, "And taste."
Her teeth clanged against the coin. Turning around the corner he found her to already be comfortable. "DeKappel's new. Never thought you were an art kind of guy."
His office at the club was as it had been left. The girl probably wasn't there for long otherwise there would already be a piece missing or she'd be marvelling at the strokes of the grand painting. Either she was lying or she had genuine knowledge of art. He could never know the difference.
The window was still opened, letting in the fresh smell of the night's rain. The truth was it was left for Inej to use in any case she had news to bring him. It was never closed.
His desk was piled with various stuff. Some were made out of paper others were tokens he stole from people's pockets when bored. He still liked the good old rush.
The lights remained dim as they did in the rest of the building. Surely nobody could see Ketterdam's two deadliest about to strike a fight.
And if they did, no one would intervene.
"Everyone's an art kind of guy when you find out how much it costs." he grabbed the coin as she tossed it in the air, "Don't play with my stuff."
