He'd be more concerned about the supposed threat if he hadn't already met and dismissed it. Well. Mostly dismissed it. Rankin's words recall a few lingering doubts. Like maybe the broad could still go bughouse in his city. Like maybe Waxey shouldn't have let her off so easy. Maybe he should've put her out of her misery when he'd had the chance.
Thing is, he'd had no reason for it. She'd looked fucking pathetic. And from what he'd heard, his city's not in any trouble. If she's got a beef with Albany or New York, that's their problem, and not a big one. There's only so much damage a half-a-corpse can do. (He's mostly convinced of that. Anyway, she's just a broad, right?)
The woman in the photograph doesn't look like a walking corpse - she doesn't look so bad, at all - but the face is recognizable. It occurs to Waxey that this is the woman Mickey would've known and... done whatever with. Been a half-assed half-husband to. It's a thought he doesn't need to be having.
"Your sources." And how much do Rankin's sources know? About this, about anything. He doesn't like having them in his city.
Whatever they know, Waxey'll answer on his own terms. He gives the photograph another glance. "She passed through here, yeah. A few weeks ago. As far as I know, she's long gone."
Or not. She hasn't caused any trouble that he knows of, but that doesn't mean she's good and gone. Fuck, she'd better be. Waxey does not want Warden's men nosing around his territory.
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Date: 2015-04-02 07:31 pm (UTC)Thing is, he'd had no reason for it. She'd looked fucking pathetic. And from what he'd heard, his city's not in any trouble. If she's got a beef with Albany or New York, that's their problem, and not a big one. There's only so much damage a half-a-corpse can do. (He's mostly convinced of that. Anyway, she's just a broad, right?)
The woman in the photograph doesn't look like a walking corpse - she doesn't look so bad, at all - but the face is recognizable. It occurs to Waxey that this is the woman Mickey would've known and... done whatever with. Been a half-assed half-husband to. It's a thought he doesn't need to be having.
"Your sources." And how much do Rankin's sources know? About this, about anything. He doesn't like having them in his city.
Whatever they know, Waxey'll answer on his own terms. He gives the photograph another glance. "She passed through here, yeah. A few weeks ago. As far as I know, she's long gone."
Or not. She hasn't caused any trouble that he knows of, but that doesn't mean she's good and gone. Fuck, she'd better be. Waxey does not want Warden's men nosing around his territory.
"We had a nice chat."