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"
Fuck
you
.
"
I
nodded
and
settled
back
onto
my
seat
.
"
Hard
man
,
huh
?
So
I
’
ll
tell
you
.
I
need
some
answers
,
Jerry
.
You
can
start
by
telling
me
what
happened
to
Elizabeth
Elliott
.
That
should
be
easy
,
I
figure
you
carved
her
up
yourself
.
Then
I
want
to
know
who
Elias
Ryker
is
,
who
Trepp
works
for
,
and
where
the
clinic
is
that
you
sent
me
to
.
"
"
Fuck
you
.
"
"
You
don
’
t
think
I
’
m
serious
?
Or
are
you
just
hoping
the
cops
are
going
to
show
up
and
save
your
stack
?
"
I
fished
the
commandeered
blaster
out
of
my
pocket
left
-
handed
and
drew
a
careful
bead
on
the
dead
security
guard
on
the
runway
.
The
range
was
short
and
the
beam
torched
his
head
off
in
a
single
explosion
.
The
stench
of
charred
flesh
rolled
across
the
room
to
us
.
Keeping
one
eye
on
Jerry
,
I
played
the
beam
around
a
little
until
I
was
sure
I
’
d
destroyed
everything
from
the
shoulders
up
,
then
snapped
the
weapon
off
and
lowered
it
.
Jerry
stared
at
me
over
the
table
.
"
You
piece
of
shit
,
he
only
worked
security
for
me
!
"
"
That
’
s
just
become
a
proscribed
profession
,
as
far
as
I
’
m
concerned
.
Deek
and
the
rest
are
going
the
same
way
.
And
so
are
you
,
unless
you
tell
me
what
I
want
to
know
.
"
I
lifted
the
beam
weapon
.
"
One
chance
.
"
"
All
right
.
"
The
crack
was
audible
in
his
voice
.
"
All
right
,
all
right
.
Elliott
tried
to
put
a
lock
on
a
customer
,
she
got
some
big
name
Meth
come
slumming
down
here
,
reckoned
she
’
d
got
enough
shit
to
twist
him
.
Stupid
cunt
tried
to
make
me
a
partnership
deal
,
she
figured
I
could
lean
on
this
Meth
guy
.
No
fucking
clue
what
she
was
dealing
with
.
"
"
No
.
"
I
looked
stonily
at
him
across
the
table
.
"
I
guess
not
.
"
