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162 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 1, 2011
"What happened?"
"You fell."
"Really? What did I fall into?"
"My fist."
But bodyguard detail was a couple's kind of dance. You had to work with the body you guarded, and in my experience, bodies proved uncooperative.
My paper said the client's name was Saiman. No indication if it was his last or first name. Perhaps he was like Batman, one of a kind.
Skinny, flabby, filthy, with breasts dangling to her waist like two empty bags, she tossed back grimy tangled hair and hissed at me, baring stumps of rotten teeth. "That's nice. Fuck you, too."
"What happened?" "You fell." "Really? What did I fall into?" "My fist."
"You must ask the question or it will kill all of us." The cat showed me its teeth again. For anything I asked, there would be a price. "Ask," the cat said, its voice laced with an unearthly snarl. "Ask, Kate," Saiman prompted. "Ask!" one of the volhvs called out. I took a deep breath. The cat leaned forward in anticipation. "Would you like some milk?"The girl just kills me!