Alex O'Malley

“But… but…” I stammered.
I was sharply interrupted by the cock of the pistol.
“No questions. Either back up y’aquaintenceship, or y’scram.”
I hesitated. Could we really trust this person? Could Leslie really know this person?
Then again, I thought, think about who she grew up with. It seems less outrageous that way.
I took a deep breath.
“Y’gonna talk’r’what?”
“Her father’s Rex Kahn, ‘Biggest Boss of the Bouroughs,’” I recited.
Alex nodded. “Who’s her mothuh, fr’extra credit?”
“Her mother was the Scarlet Shadow, notorious and skillful bounty hunter before her marriage.”
“And what’s Leslie’s peculiar skill? Other than being as skillful, if not moreso, than’r mother?”
“She can shapeshift.”
Alex nodded, letting Mike drop to the floor. Considering the pistol for a moment, he fired it into the air, pocketed it, and extended his hand.
“Now you can talk business with Alex O’Malley,” he said, a trace of a smirk on his lips.

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