“And I suppose you thought the Djinn would get rid of your last loose end in Tennessee. It would look like Josh never got a chance to call off the hit. All the evidence would be gone. I’d be gone. Josh would take the fall. And you’d . . . what exactly? What in the fuck did you even want that money for?” This is the one part where Oran can’t keep silent. His eyes narrow to slits, his yellowed teeth bared as he hisses, “I want it because it’s mine. It’s owed to me.”
