Her....you don't want to deal with.

So I'm sitting around, waiting for word on the job.

And I'm reading this book by this guy that I knew in what seems like another life.

Yeah, he thought she was bad-ass.

He never met Katie.

Mary Kate McConnell. From what I hear, named after that gal in that movie. But she went by Katie.

Best damn thinker out there. And when she wasn't planning the next heist, she was in her favorite place.

A pub called Muldoon's, where she'd order her dirty martini and listen to The Chieftains, talking about Casteltown.

But when it came down for business, it was all shots of Black Bush to calm the nerves and grab the packs.

And get away.

That's her key. She knows the getaway. Get out of the city quick and head back to what was now home. Ain't no Castletown that's for damn sure.

The Blonde...ha. An Irish lass herself, but she ain't got nothing on this one.
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There's noir...and then there's Jersey Noir.