killer queen
❝caviar and cigarettes,
well versed in etiquette❞
criminal minds
seasons six - eight
spencer reid x original character
in which a con artist
on the payroll of a team
of black market art
dealers finds herself
in bed with an fbi profile...
𝗖𝗛𝗟𝗢𝗘́ 𝗟𝗔𝗨𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗗𝗜𝗗𝗡'𝗧 𝗦𝗠𝗢𝗞𝗘 𝗕𝗘𝗖𝗔𝗨𝗦𝗘 𝗦𝗛𝗘 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘𝗗 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗧𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗖𝗜𝗚𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗦. It was because of something her father had told her once when she was very young—about the nature of how all things die. She remembered sitting outside of their summer home in Bath, the air warm and of course—reeking of cigarettes. One of her father's friends made a comment: 'That stuff'll kill you, it will,' he'd said. She couldn't forget the expression on her father's face as he blew smoke out over the garden, not skipping a beat: 'Maybe, but that'll be the only thing.'
Smoking, in fact, hadn't killed Nathan Laurent, but it didn't really matter. He was dead, six feet under fresh dirt out in the countryside, just like he'd always said he'd wanted. Chloé was a giggler at funerals, so her mourning usually came later, in private. She deemed a bottle of Bordeaux and a smoke to be sufficient enough for this.
Because Laurents died, but they weren't killed.
She sat in the shade, tucked away in the corner of the café's patio. In one hand she fiddled with the base of her wine glass, and in the other balanced a cigarette between her fingers. She tapped it on the ash tray, letting the burned bits fall away.
Her phone lit up on the table, a message popping up from a number she hadn't seen in a long time:
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