“Do you really give a shit?” I replied.
“I do if someone knows where to come looking for it.”
I smirked back, “Good thing the person I got it from doesn’t need it anymore.”
Polman peered at me from under his hood, his grey hair falling down over his eyes, “They better not. Did you make sure?”
I pushed my right foot against the table, leaning my chair back while eyeing my fingernails. “Don’t r...