“How did you get the map?” she asks. “My charm.” “No, really.” “I’m really very charming,” I say. “I even roped this lot into sacrificing their lives for me.” “Didn’t do it for you.” Madrid doesn’t look up from her deck. “Did it for the target practice.” “I did it for the hijinks of near-death experiences,” Kye says. “I did it for more fish suppers.” Torik stretches his arms out in a yawn. “God knows we don’t have enough fish every other day of the year.”
