“I want to like Jar Jar, because hating Jar Jar is so cliché, but he was the worst,” Daisy said.
“I actually killed him years ago in my fic. It felt amazing.” My stomach turned, but I concentrated on my phone.
“What are you looking at?” she asked. “Just reading about the Pickett investigation, seeing if there’s anything new.
Noah’s really screwed up about it, and I... I don’t know. I just want to help him somehow.”
“Holmesy, we got the reward. It’s over. Your problem is you don’t know when you’ve won.”
“Yeah,” I said. “I mean, Davis gave us the reward so that we would drop it. So, drop it.”
“Yeah, okay,” I said. I knew she was right, but she didn’t have to be such an asshole about it.
I thought the conversation was over, but a few seconds later she paused the movie and continued talking.
It’s just, like, this isn’t going to be some story where the poor, penniless girl gets rich
and then realizes that truth matters more than money and establishes her heroism by going back to being the poor, penniless girl, okay?
Everyone’s life is better with Pickett disappeared. Just let it be.”
No one’s taking away your money,” I said quietly.I love you, Holmesy, but be smart.
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