“That’s a mistake,” Cherish smiled. “Without my cooperation, you won’t find them. You won’t be able to contact Imp or know where to look for her brother.”

“Tattletale?” Coil spoke.

“You already informed us on most of that,” Tattletale told Cherish. She leaned against the wall. “Your method of communication with Imp. You’re planning on meeting her. Afternoon? Evening?”

“As if I’m-”

“Late afternoon. Thanks.”

“What?” Cherish frowned.

“What time in the afternoon? Four… five… six. Six o’clock. There we go. Where? Upper end of town or downtown?”

“I’m not saying anything!”

“You’re telling me everything.” Tattletale must be reading Cherish’s tells. Her body language, eye movements, her tone and word choice.

“Let’s see, you’re meeting Imp downtown around six. You would have made it a place where you could talk with her for a minute while you were out of sight of the others. Bathroom?”

Cherish didn’t move a muscle. Maybe she realized what Tattletale was doing.

“Bathroom, then. [...]”

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