“Come on,” the man wailed. “I don’t know a thing about Jerrica, or anything.”
“Really?” Sundown commented. She began a slow tour of the one-room apartment. Daniel made a point of standing back as his new partner played her little game. She stopped in front of a beat up side table with a gaudy lamp sat atop it and started playing with the purple beads that hung from the shade. “Because Finley told me you were running crystal for Jerrica.”
“Fin? Come on, Sunny. That’s bad data. You know how much that one lies.” The man’s voice sounded calm enough but the sweat on his brow betrayed him.
“Exactly why I’m here, Diggs. Got to verify …” Sundown put a boot on the side table …
“I can’t believe you don’t trust me –”
… and kicked it over. The lamp shattered, and shards of rose quartz spilled out onto the dirty carpet.
Diggs, for his part, just stared silently at the pile of pink gems.
Curious, Daniel knelt down and picked one up. They buzzed softly in his hands. “Tuning crystals,” he said. “They’re pure.”