“And…you want him to live?” “Yes!” said Gregor and Berenice at the same time. Sancia stuck Gregor’s stiletto into her belt and tugged off both her gloves. “Pull up close to the corner of the building there,” she said. “What are you going to do?” asked Gregor. Grimacing, Sancia rubbed her temple with two fingers. This would be too much, she knew. “Something real dumb.” She sighed. “I sure hope this asshole is rich.”
