“It’s this deck,” Journeyman Alfred Maris snarled. “He’s supposed to take her down to the end of this deck.”
“Who is he meeting? Duke RiBeld?” Durante Marino asked.
Maris clamped his mouth shut and refused to answer. Adonia Salgado braced herself for the pain from her bullet wound, then shook the journeyman by the collar. The long bullet gash on her arm tormented her for the abuse.
“Answer him!” she snapped.
“All right! Bloody hell, woman. Stop that!” Maris struggled against his captor, but...
Published on July 05, 2015 18:30