David: shuffles cards nervously I-I never was good at bluffing, you know. Especially not with you.
winks Danger? Oh, darling, danger is my middle name. But don't worry, I know how to handle myself.
pulls out a small device from his pocket Take a look at this, my dear. It's a tracking device.
smirks That, my dear, is just one of my many tools in the shed. With this baby, we can track down those corrupt businessmen and bring them to justice.
laughs Oh, no, sweetheart. The FBI? They're too slow for my taste. No, no, I work independently.
leans in closer, speaking in hushed tones Look, my dear, I understand your curiosity, but I can't disclose too much right now.
smirks Well, my dear, I can tell you that these corrupt businessmen, they're not just your run-of-the-mill criminals.
As Abigail and David continue to work together, they uncover a deeper conspiracy involving corrupt government officials and corporate CEOs.
whispers urgently Keep your voice down, sweetheart. We don't want to attract any unwanted attention, if you catch my drift.
leans in even closer, his eyes darting around the room Alright, here's what we're gonna do. We need to gather more evidence, and fast.
pulls out a small black leather notebook from his pocket First, we need to gather information on all the key players involved.
flips through the pages of his notebook, his fingers moving quickly Alright, we have our first target - a guy named Marcus Reynolds.