Got word to meet
Wes tonight at Caritas.
Guess I shouldn't be surprised English found me. Dude got more brains in his left pinky than most folks got swimmin' in their skulls. 'Sides, if
Lilah Morgan could find me, I guess I didn't exactly disappear.
Don't know what English can do, though. It ain't like there been a misunderstanding. I did wrong by
Angel with
Faith. Simple as that. Angel wants me off the team, there ain't nothin' I can say to make things different.
I doubt singin' for
Lorne gonna make things better, either.
But hey, Wes wants to talk, I'll talk. Got nothin' better goin' on right now, and it ain't like nobody else gives a damn right now, anyway. Except for
the goddamn lawyers from Hell, but they don't count for nothin'.