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"
So
which
do
you
make
Ryker
for
?
Victim
or
scumbag
?
"
Bautista
frowned
.
"
That
ain
’
t
a
nice
question
.
Ryker
was
a
good
cop
who
made
a
mistake
.
That
don
’
t
make
him
a
scumbag
.
Don
’
t
make
him
a
victim
either
Just
makes
him
someone
who
screwed
up
.
Me
,
I
only
live
about
a
block
away
from
that
myself
.
"
"
Sure
.
Sorry
.
"
I
rubbed
at
the
side
of
my
face
.
Envoy
conversations
weren
’
t
supposed
to
slip
like
that
.
"
I
’
m
a
little
tired
.
That
block
you
live
on
sounds
familiar
.
I
think
I
’
m
going
to
go
to
bed
.
You
want
another
drink
before
you
go
,
help
yourself
.
It
’
s
on
my
tab
.
"
"
No
thanks
.
"
Bautista
drained
what
was
left
in
his
glass
.
"
Old
cop
’
s
rule
.
Never
drink
alone
.
"
"
Sounds
like
I
should
have
been
an
old
cop
.
"
I
stood
up
,
swaying
a
little
.
Ryker
may
have
been
a
death
-
wish
smoker
,
but
he
didn
’
t
have
much
tolerance
for
alcohol
.
"
You
can
see
yourself
out
OK
,
I
guess
.
"
"
Sure
.
"
Bautista
got
up
to
go
and
made
about
a
half
dozen
paces
before
he
turned
back
.
He
frowned
with
concentration
.
"
Oh
,
yeah
.
Goes
without
saying
,
I
was
never
here
,
right
.
"
I
gestured
him
away
.
"
You
were
never
here
,
"
I
assured
him
.
He
grinned
bemusedly
and
his
face
looked
suddenly
very
young
.
"
Right
.
Good
.
See
you
round
,
probably
.
"
"
See
you
.
"
