“I can see how that maybe would be a smart decision.” Tuskar plucked another toothpick off his desk and slipped it into his mouth. He eyed the men in the back of the room. A few of them nodded encouragement. “What’s the job you want done, girl?” “Two messages delivered to two different people,” Amaranthe said. “That sounds doable.” They negotiated the details, and the three of them walked away without anyone else pointing weapons at them.
