"That close friend of yours who was sleeping with Professor Bennett? What, did that scumbag finally dump her? I told you before, there was no way that guy would divorce his rich wife for a college girl."
A sharp Wristblade sliced open a suitcase, and Nick kicked it apart, sending gleaming gold bars clattering across the floor.
"Okay, okay, you were right about everything. That bastard actually dumped Dana by email. I'm really worried she might do something drastic, so please, Horton, you're the only one who can save her now."
Jules pleaded over the phone.
Nick picked up a gold bar and applied a little pressure with the Predator Wristblade on his right hand, smoothly slicing through the relatively soft pure gold.
When he saw that the color inside the cut matched the surface, he nodded in satisfaction. "Are you sure this is saving her rather than hurting her? I'm not looking for a girlfriend right now."
"Oh, please, Horton, you're the only handsome guy I can think of who's suitable and still single. Just do us a favor. All you need to do is help Dana rebuild her confidence and realize how attractive she is.
"And let her know there are plenty of young, handsome, educated guys in this world. Please, please, I swear you won't be disappointed. Dana really is beautiful, and her figure is amazing..."
"I can vouch for that," Kurt chimed in over the phone, followed by the sounds of the young couple laughing and tussling.
Nick cut through another two gold bars. Once he was certain the buyer in this drug deal hadn't tried anything underhanded, he put the remaining cases of gold bars into his pocket dimension in satisfaction.
"All right, but let me make this clear first: I'm really not looking for