Chapter 43: You're Seriously Sick

"Heh!" The woman didn't bother hiding her contempt-it was the kind of smirk you give after watching a clown's act. If they hadn't been standing on a busy street, she would've laughed her head off. When she was done laughing, she yanked a wad of tens from her pricey leather bag and slapped them against Jason Yare's chest. She lifted her chin, dropping even basic courtesy. "I didn't bring much cash today. Take this and do me a favor-leave the front of my building, go somewhere else, and take that...