"Wake up!" I say loudly enough to raise any normal person, which it seems Moira is not, as she keeps on snoring lightly, completely unaware.
Desperate times call for desperate measures. I bend over her face and lick the tip of her nose. Works like a charm, she sits up abruptly, eyes bleary and unfocused.
"What do you want, fuck-face?"
"A mouth like a sailor a face like a bulldog chewing a wasp…you’re something else entirely Moira." That’s true though. After four months under the same roof I still don’t know what to make of her. For now I settle for slightly mental.
"Did you come here to insult me or do you have a motive for barging in my room uninvited?"
"Indeed I do. I need you to take some pictures…"
"That’s very vague. Even with my superior intellect I need you to be more specific."
I really don’t want to spill the beans, especially to Moira, who looks as reliable as a broken lock, but it’s for the greater good.
"I need some leverage, on someone, in case the person in question forgets to keep her end of the bargain."
"That sounds illegal." She scratches her neck idly, but I can see the curiosity in her eyes, a little push and she’s game.
"I’ll pay you for your trouble."
"Count me in!"