The ashtray coming out of the darkness almost caught him by surprise, but he’d been waiting for something like it. He flinched out of the way and it shattered on the doorframe beside him. He felt a trickle of liquid against his ear and realized he was bleeding.
Clark tapped on a button and the window between them and the chauffeur began to rise. Lois could see the man staring at them through the rear view mirror, a fresh looking scar on his eyebrow raised.
So the chauffeur is the mole.
Lana, what a nice sweet lady. Not.
Lisa getting several hundred dollar frames. So long as she doesn't get snobby.
16?
-Michael
