"... actually, kinda." He runs his fingers through his hair. "See, he first came to Chicago on the trail of the killers of his father." He makes a circle in the air with his fingers. "And for reasons that, uh, well, we don't really talk 'bout, he stuck around, attached as a liason to the Canadian consulate. And, uh, to be my partner. And the first time I met him... yeah, anyway." He takes a drag off the cigarette one more time and flicks the butt over the edge. "If y'meet him, you'll get it. Fraser kinda... makes an impression."
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Date: 2007-03-12 02:34 am (UTC)