Sparrow smiled, as he watched the door close behind the three of them. Hopefully they'd be gone for a good few hours, especially if Emily was with them.
Chefs don't see food, they see ingredients to make better food, he thought.
He stretched, as he limped into Samuel's room. Sparrow crouched down, slowly, and took the laptop from underneath Samuel's bed. He booted it up, and stuck it in Safe Mode, as too evade those pesky passwords and encryptions. He scanned the desktop, looking for information, or clues, or hidden folders with sexual things Sam might store inside them...
Then his phone rang. Only one person had his number, so he figured who it would be. He answered the phone, slowly. Just to piss off Samuel. After all, he threw him off a building not too long ago.
"Morning, guv'nor."
Chefs don't see food, they see ingredients to make better food, he thought.
He stretched, as he limped into Samuel's room. Sparrow crouched down, slowly, and took the laptop from underneath Samuel's bed. He booted it up, and stuck it in Safe Mode, as too evade those pesky passwords and encryptions. He scanned the desktop, looking for information, or clues, or hidden folders with sexual things Sam might store inside them...
Then his phone rang. Only one person had his number, so he figured who it would be. He answered the phone, slowly. Just to piss off Samuel. After all, he threw him off a building not too long ago.
"Morning, guv'nor."