Heartstrings on Fire

Jared noticed something different about Agnes compared to other women. She was always at Reggie’s side, not fluttering around him like the other three party girls, plying him with alcohol. Aside from a few moments when Reggle whispered something in her ear, there didn’t seem to be any intimate interactions between them. But this didn’t eliminate Jared’s suspicions.

Seeing Agnes here, in a tight and exposing dress, made his blood boil, almost to the point of explosion, but he kept his face ice cold.

Finally, the dinner party ended. The three men were pretty much drunk and were led away by the ladies to another room, leaving Agnes and Reggie alone

Reggie served Agnes a bowl of soup. ‘Agnes, you didn’t eat anything tonight. Here, have some soup. Phenix made it.”

Agnes took a sip of the soup but put it down, “Sorry Reggie, I’m not hungry.”

“What’s wrong. Agnes? You looked out of sorts today Want to talk about it?”

downcast. Reggie reached out, patting her

someone I need your help

are you looking

that his name is Vernon. He worked for Berlin, but he’s

slightly, “Berlin, Cilian’s good–for–nothing

over a decade

you involved with the

lives But Agnes had been living in the Manhattan for years and her contacts were mostly

Reggie I will handle my problems.

I’ll ask Kearney to handle it. He should be back soon and there’s nothing he can’t

him, “I appreciate it,