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"
No
need
,
"
he
said
casually
,
enjoying
his
moment
.
"
Old
Anenome
’
s
Catholic
.
Third
or
fourth
generation
,
the
girls
tell
me
.
Sworn
affidavit
on
disc
,
full
Vow
of
Abstention
filed
with
the
Vatican
.
We
take
on
a
lot
like
that
.
Real
convenient
sometimes
.
"
"
You
talk
too
much
,
Jerry
,
"
said
the
woman
.
The
blond
’
s
eyes
flared
whitely
at
her
,
but
whatever
retort
he
was
mustering
behind
the
curl
of
his
lip
quietened
as
two
men
,
presumably
Deek
and
Oktai
,
pushed
into
the
tiny
room
on
another
wave
of
junk
rhythm
from
the
corridor
.
My
eyes
measured
Deck
and
placed
him
in
the
same
category
—
muscle
—
as
the
pipe
-
wielder
,
then
switched
to
his
companion
,
who
was
staring
steadily
at
me
.
My
heart
twitched
.
Oktai
was
the
Mongol
.
Jerry
jerked
his
head
in
my
direction
.
"
This
him
?
"
he
asked
.
Oktai
nodded
slowly
,
a
savage
grin
of
triumph
etched
across
his
broad
face
.
His
massive
hands
were
clenching
and
unclenching
at
his
sides
.
He
was
working
through
an
extreme
of
hate
so
deep
it
was
choking
him
.
I
could
see
the
bump
where
someone
had
inexpertly
repaired
his
broken
nose
with
tissue
weld
,
but
that
didn
’
t
seem
like
enough
to
warrant
the
fury
I
was
watching
.
"
All
right
,
Ryker
.
"
The
blond
leaned
forward
a
little
.
"
You
want
to
change
your
story
?
You
want
to
tell
me
why
you
’
re
breaking
my
balls
down
here
?
"
He
was
talking
to
me
.
Deck
spat
into
a
corner
of
the
room
.
"
I
don
’
t
know
,
"
I
said
clearly
,
"
what
the
fuck
you
are
talking
about
.
You
turned
my
daughter
into
a
prostitute
,
and
then
you
killed
her
.
And
for
that
,
I
’
m
going
to
kill
you
.
"
