Angel Dust

Marco. Was that that kid's name? Valentino had already forgotten it by the time he'd found him and Anthony in the alley, and he hadn't bothered asking for it a day later before he'd strangled the breath out of him and left him to sink to the bottom of the Hudson River where he'd never be able to speak of or put his hands on Anthony ever again.

Valentino takes a brief moment to consider his answer. The full truth is off the table, but Valentino's learned that telling parts of the truth within a lie makes them that much more believable. He casts a glance at Anthony, then shifts his gaze back to the road, turning down a side street to avoid what looks like stand-still traffic not too far ahead.

"Who, the guy from the alley?" Of course the guy from the alley, it's not as if Valentino and Anthony have very many 'shared' nights between them. Val cocks his head in feigned thought, then shrugs a shoulder. "Yes. Saw him the day after for a minute, but he was gone before we could exchange any words. Haven't seen or heard from him since."

Technically, all true. Watered down (no pun intended) to make it more palatable, but still. Val looks at Anthony again, but this time his gaze flickers down for a moment, noting that space between them has been somewhat reduced. Interesting.

He looks back up, then back at the road. "Why? Are you worried he might talk?"