"You think you're clever, Mills," smirked Killian as he pressed the shutter button on his camera, capturing once Regina Mills being helped into the back of her girlfriend's car, where she disappeared from view. Hidden on the floor behind the front seats, he supposed. Still, he didn't need the details. He had plenty evidence to supply to Cora to prove that Emma Swan was the one hiding her daughter. He hoped he would be there to see the annihilation the blonde would get when Cora confronted her. It would serve her right for the fist she had taken to his face.
He took once more snap as the finally functioning beetle took off down the street to add to his little collection. Why Cora even needed any evidence was beyond him, what with all the time the brunette had spent hanging around the garage when Emma was fixing up the damn eyesore. As if Regina would spent time around that filthy hole for any other reason than spending time with the blonde. Still, he wasn't about to ask any more questions than he had to, not when he was getting handsomely paid for his little covert photo shoots.
"So you're telling me that my daughter continues to get A grades despite the fact she's not in school?" smirked Cora as she sat across from Gold in his office. It was the fourth time she had been in to see him, and this time, she wasn't going home without answers.
"So it would appear, Mayor Mills," replied the man, leaning forward on his desk. "Now quite how she's doing that, I can only guess. You may wish to talk to her teacher's if you still seek further answers. Or if you want the truth, may I suggest talking to her friends."
Cora rolled her eyes. "Don't waste your breath on advice, Gold. You know as well as I do those brats are not going to breathe a word to me. I have my ways, however..." She smirked at the man, what should have been a gentle, even seductive curling upwards of the lip a terrifying promise on her face.
Gold let out a sigh. "That I don't doubt, Mayor Mills. Now, since there's clearly nothing else I can be of use with."
Cora rose from her chair. "I'll see myself out."
Gold watched the woman go, used to her often abrupt manner. To say they hated each other was too strong, and too simple. No, what they had was the very definition of a complex relationship. Each meeting was equally frustrating and enticing, and he always looked forward to the next.