Books And Covers Thereof (1.16)

> Ask about the ring.




“That’s an interesting ring you have,” says Kitty, eyeing it. “Kind of have a...double Ouroboros thing going on.”

Mindy just grins, the same one as before. Kitty begins to wonder what it’s hiding.

“You like it?” Mindy says, cheerily.

“It’s...interesting. What does it mean?”

“You don’t know that, either?” says Mindy. Pamela rolls her eyes. “Oh,” says Mindy, seeing this. “Right.”

“It’s a symbol of marriage in the Dragon tribe,” Pamela explains. “At least, among members of it.

“You’re married?” asks Kitty.

“Did you also guess that I’m still hispanic, or do I need to fill my conversation pieces with random Spanish words and phrases to remind you? Hermana. Biblioteca. El gato. La chica afirma lo obvio.”

Kitty frowns, staring at Mindy for a moment. “...Sorry. Um. Sore subject?”

Mindy tapped her orange nails against the table, thoughtfully. For once, the grin falls. “Arranged marriages often don’t go as well as people hoped,” she says.

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

The barest glimmer of a smile returns. “Anyway, it’s not important. Just let me know when you’re ready to leave.”

“...Yeah, okay.” Kitty gets up, and Pamela follows.

“We just need to talk to the officer,” says Pamela.

“Yeah. But, um, first...”

> Ask the bartender about her comment

“Excuse me, um, bartender, ma’am?” says Kitty, walking up to her.

“Yeah?”

“Um.” Kitty shuts her eyes, taking a deep breath. “You, um. Said something interesting. When she said the Faust sisters work mundane jobs...”

“I did.”

“Um...So...What’s your name...?”

The bartender looks at Kitty, and smiles a little. It’s a smirk, one side lifted just a little more. Kitty feels her face turn warm. The full lips, the confident grin, the tanned skin.

Are people outside usually this attractive?

The bartender takes out a notepad and writes something down. She slides it across to Kitty.

“That’ll answer your question,” she says, with a wink.

“Um. Thank you.” Kitty blinks, taking a step back and turning around.

“What is it?” asks Pamela. Kitty unfolds the paper and looks down.

125-555-8390

Ex. 11

“Meb” Faust

Call Me ;)

Pamela leans over her shoulder, raising an eyebrow.

“You’re certainly popular, today. Must be a lotta dames around that’ve got shy librarian fantasies.”




There's just one person left to talk to: The ginger haired police officer with the peeling red skin and the beer clutched in a death grip.