Gin took out his phone, pressed a few buttons, and sent a message. Seeing that the recipient had already accepted it, he tossed the phone onto the car seat.
Early this morning, he had suddenly received a call from Vermouth. She told him that Grenache had been taken by the Metropolitan Police Department and asked for his help in rescuing her.
Gin had sneered out loud at the time. His line of work was murder; when had he ever rescued anyone?
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