He meets her sitting cross-legged on the bed, sipping something urine-colored from a beaker. Turns out to be apple juice and gin, which she politely offers him and which he less-than-politely declines. Her entire décor appears to be filched from a high school chem lab.
Brooklyn's problem is she knows too much, but she still lives with her parents, so he can't exactly kill her.
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