Xander pulls up another chair and sets Eugene on his lap. I’m too wired after this kill and settle for prowling the underground room to inspect it for anything interesting. There’s nothing much in here except that table in the middle and a set of couches deeper in the room. I smell a female eagle and women’s perfume—from last night, most likely. There’s a glass cupboard of whiskey and other spirits in the corner, along with crystal glasses. A place for business deals and female fun. Dirk blubbers, “Mr Kharkorous, please, this is all a great mis—” The temperature of the room suddenly plunges.
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