“Sabrina,” I say, with an irritated sigh. “Did you have to go for the liver? I wasn’t planning on burying a body tonight.” Tall n’ Ugly looks up at me, grimacing in pain. “I’m not dead,” he pleads. “You will be if I pull that knife out of you,” I say. It’s buried hilt-deep in his side, and it has Sabrina’s prints on it. Sabrina looks down on him contemptuously. “You could take him to one of the safe houses,” she says. “Or just pull it out and drop him on the side of the highway.” “I’m not doing anything,” I tell her. “I’ve gotta wrap this party up. You and Anders take him. Go out that way,” I
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