Yellow Pages Ghost writer
#1
Joaquin Heartgrove had fucking died.

He had not told Minnie. Not told Sienna. Told not a soul other than Tiffer this mad plan.

His whereabouts were a mystery to all but himself. For now, he had abandoned his old car and bought another one with cash technologically stripped out of an ATM. He parked it in rural spaces no one cared about, slept in the sunless trunk. Crawled back through via the back seats.

Charged his new prepaid phone on it.

Watched the news of his death. Wept to learn the truer death of another.

There was only one contact on this phone, and that was all he needed now.

Thank you. I'm so sorry about Rhett.
Mother-in-law
#2
A little bit surreal. Tiffer's been peripherally involved in undercover opps, but he'd never orchestrated one. And this didn't even really hold to those norms anyway. This was something new, like so much of STF operations. He didn't really feel like innovation was his strength, but continued to do his best in adjusting to the world's shifting climate.

For the time being he thought contact best kept to a minimum, but wouldn't just leave this unacknowledged. Part of the team, and all.

Thanks heart We're hanging in. I hope you're staying safe.

Unprofessional vernacular, but it seemed prudent. Just in case anyone got ahold of his phone.
#3
Joaquin was dead, actually. For real. Not vampire dead or fake news dead, fucking Dead with a capital D.

It made him laugh, and damn if he didn't need laughter nowadays.

Always. heart
Mother-in-law
#4
Surreal, yeah. He normally saved emoji for the girls, and then mostly just to get them to roll their eyes. How weird to both send and receive, knowing it was a clandestine vampire on the other end. Hilarious, really. Tiffer shook his head.

And realized he'd probably best include a few more such nonverbals in texts to other contacts for a while, just to keep this from garishly standing out.
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