Synchronicity

“Hmm,” Keenan said, blinking.

Bertram eyed him warily. It was never good when Keenan got that expression. That expression generally led to mischief, which would invariably get them both in trouble. “Hmm, what?” Bertram ask, his tone wary.

Keenan gave him a sly grin and shook his head. “Nothing,” he said, “just thinking what a coincidence it is that this place is looking for an entertainer and I happen to know one.”

Sighing, Bertram bit his lip. He wasn’t about to tell Keenan that he wasn’t that sort of entertainer. After all, the place was a den of thieves and miscreants. It was perfectly suited to their purposes. “I’m sending you my dry cleaning bill,” he said.

“Wouldn’t expect anything less,” Keenan said, shrugging.

Bertram could feel Keenan grinning like the imp he was as he headed into the tavern. This was one of those times when he both loved and hated his partner.

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