"Did you do it?"
"I am a beautiful woman in the bloom of her life, I do it once in a while. It's great cardio and a good entrée for negotiation."
I flare my nostrils in disgust. Nobody wants to know things about his aunt's 3 am calls.
"Not that. Did you kill the Prime Minister?"
"Who's to say? Doesn't the police think your little twink did it?"
"I am asking you."
"Why? So you can turn in your poor dear aunt who raised you since you were the size of a snote for a guy who didn't even call you back after your first date?"
"I am asking so I can do damage control."
Lucrezia clicked her tongue dismissively.
"Don't think, Killian dear. God forbid you get wrinkles on your brain! How will you live after gaining enough intelligence to realize how life works?"
I bit my lips. I can't talk back. Our relationship is strained as it is and every crack will surely be used by that evil gnome to destroy us completely.
So I need to know what she knows and what she did for both our sakes.
