“What are the terms of your alliance?” I asked, walking around the car toward the driver side. “I get the apartment,” Molly said. “I mean, it’s mine. I own it. They handle any maintenance for the next fifty years, and as long as I’m on their property, they consider me to be a citizen of their nation, with all the rights and privileges that entails.” I whistled as we got in and shut the doors. “And what did you give them for that?” “Their honor. And there might have been this bomb problem I handled for them.”
