The Fox Den may have been a perfectly legal establishment, but that didn't mean most of its inhabitants were of the honorable sort. She used her bar to clean money and network. Some people may turn to the internet now, but one should never underestimate the value of a human network. And a little cleavage. She leaned over the bar, ample amounts of tanned skin popping out of the jacket she wore without a shirt underneath. A woman could get a lot done without giving anything more than a look and Hino did not hesitate to use what nature gave her.

Her phone buzzed and she answered without a word, already knowing who was on the other side. "He's on his way. Mentioned black opals...you wouldn't happen to have something like that?" Bobby asked. "Because if you did, I'd love to fence those babies fo-"

"Just shut it!" Hino snapped back. She didn't want to hear about those bloody jewels right now. They were started to sound like bladder stones not worth their weight. And they should have been such a damn pretty rock. Or paycheck. They looked the same to her red-brown eyes.

Pouring a glass of her cheapest whiskey, she set it aside for when the prick showed up. Wouldn't be long if the chatter she heard was right. She just needed to get him to hold onto those stones for as long as possible because they were too hot an item to sell now. Hot enough to burn them both.