[ Yeah, he understood. He nodded and settled back into his seat -- slouched, more like -- and tapped his fingers lightly on the table's top. The action was more idle than nervous -- as if Peter simply wanted something to do with his hands. The question was a fair one, which was why Peter didn't have any qualms answering. ]
They said they'd wipe our records. I'm hopin' for a slap on the wrist in exchange for my help. I meant it when I said I was in the wrong warehouse at the totally wrong time.
[ --Mostly true. That, and York had been tearing the continental US apart looking for Peter. He had sort of screwed York out of a deal, once upon a time, and York was most certainly looking to collect. Peter needed to be out of this place, like, five weeks ago. ]
So you're not interested in the cleaned records, I'm guessing?
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They said they'd wipe our records. I'm hopin' for a slap on the wrist in exchange for my help. I meant it when I said I was in the wrong warehouse at the totally wrong time.
[ --Mostly true. That, and York had been tearing the continental US apart looking for Peter. He had sort of screwed York out of a deal, once upon a time, and York was most certainly looking to collect. Peter needed to be out of this place, like, five weeks ago. ]
So you're not interested in the cleaned records, I'm guessing?