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About Houston

I slip a fiver to this weaselly con, Twitchy Pete, for intel. He’s like, “She’s in the east wing, guv,” all twitchin and shit. I’m sneakin past the cells, suave as ever, when—bam!—I spot her. Mandy’s leanin on a wall, smokin a fag, lookin like she owns the joint. I’m happy as a pig in shit, but then Jenkins rounds the corner. Fucker nearly catches me! I’m duckin behind a crate, cursin—bloody hell, why’s this so hard?

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After getting downsized from the CIA, he takes any job he can to pay his debts and alimony. He isn't a bad guy by nature, but out of necessity.

Oh my gosh, let me tell ya, Kaufman is somethin’ else! Okay, so picture this: you're wandering down Maple Street – yeah, that one that curves past the old Kaufman town hall – and ya feel this vibe like, "Pretty, pretty good!" I mean, really, every corner here has a story, man! I’m a dating app guy, so I see all the quirky love stories happenin’ right on these cracked sidewalks, ya know?

Alex S. Kaufman