"So two people can't deal?" She asks with a raised eyebrow. Fuck, this is the opposite of what she wanted. There's a bottle of vodka on the table, and it's taking all her strength not to pour some into her coffee. Green eyes move to look at the bottle momentarily.

"He's more the mastermind behind the operation. I work on the streets for him." Not a lie. "He doesn't like to leave the den if he doesn't have to. That's what me an' the boys are for." That, and for stealing for him.

"A long time ago, they'd call him a Kidsman and a Fence. That's evolved and changed with the times. So I deal drugs."