Phoebe

"Hi Mr. Castelloro."

"Phoebe, one of my men was just murdered."

"Murdered?"

"Shot dead in the street."

"Uh, I'm sorry."

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"I don't like losing people, Phoebe. I run a tight, disciplined organisation and these people are my family. My investment in you is starting to cost me."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Castelloro, really I am. But I don't know what's changed, I don't know why anyone's attacking you now."

"It's only two weeks since that body showed up at the farm."

"What d'you mean? You got rid of the farm, right?"

"You'd better hope that's enough, because if I'm being attacked because a ghost killed one of theirs to protect you, I don't know how that's gonna end. Put on some extra security at your shiny new HQ, ok? If they're about to start targeting us, you're sitting ducks over there."