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Doctoring files wasn’t easy. It was certainly a boon to have connections with someone like Frankie, but it was a tightrope walk. The amount of operatives they had in Berlint General Hospital was a testament to that.
So one day, when a request came in for fudged library records, Handler was rightfully suspicious. There were too many books, and then someone would have to take the fall for the missing books eventually.
The request was denied, and soon enough was followed up with an ungodly sum. “Late library book return fees and... missing book fees for 17 books.” They were all parenting books, checked out from the beginning of Operation Strix. “Lost after the first apartment was raided… and you forgot about them until now?”
The missing book fees, she got. It happened in their line of work. But the late fees. She needed a drink. Too bad all her alcohol tolerance had been trained to the roof years ago. “Instead of trying to read books, you should just talk to them.”
“Did you need something?” the messenger asked.
She lazily waved the hand that was not nursing her headache. “No, nothing. There’s just...emotionally constipated men.”