‘We resanctified this place, did you know that? Spilling all that blood – it was stirring when we moved in, but then we went and drenched the stones in that red stuff.’ ‘Meaning?’ He shrugged, drew out his knife again and began cleaning his nails, each gesture the same as the time before. ‘In here, Pick, we’re safe.’ She snorted. ‘Maybe for you.’ ‘You got to go soon, Sergeant. Out of the city. Will there be trouble, you doing that?’ ‘You called me Sergeant.’ ‘Aye, I did. Because I’m passing on orders here. That’s all.’ ‘Whose orders?’ He examined his nails. ‘There’s no such thing, Picker, as
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