[ But his mind was on other things and his hands were busy taking the address, contemplating the places she'd marked down at the same time as his mind wandered off in another direction entirely.
Wasn't that what Stella's parents had always thought about him? "Oh, she's worth so much more." Poor James. Or maybe not. Maybe James really was trash. If he was robbing banks that seemed likely. Oh well.
He folded the piece of paper and put it in his breast pocket. ]
It's a lead, that's something. You got an uh--a photo of your sister? A description, maybe?
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[ But his mind was on other things and his hands were busy taking the address, contemplating the places she'd marked down at the same time as his mind wandered off in another direction entirely.
Wasn't that what Stella's parents had always thought about him? "Oh, she's worth so much more." Poor James. Or maybe not. Maybe James really was trash. If he was robbing banks that seemed likely. Oh well.
He folded the piece of paper and put it in his breast pocket. ]
It's a lead, that's something. You got an uh--a photo of your sister? A description, maybe?