"That's all you remember?", he asked, handing the guy another note. Should've expected that. "All right, do me a favor, pal: get drunk tonight and forget about this, will ya?"
Patting him on the shoulder, he stood back, waiting for the man to finish polishing Mark's shoes, ready to leave for Cinder's location.
A shame... Would have loved to know from what con she is.
Well, it was worth a try.