Loafers felt a shadow fall across his back. He spun around to see a girl standing in the doorway. Another witness. Carla Frazetti would be getting the bill for all these sundries. This whole job had been misrepresented from the start. “Okay, miss,” said Loafers. “Go join the others. And don’t do anything stupid.” The girl at the door flicked her hair over one shoulder, blinking glittering green eyelids. “I don’t do stupid things,” she said. Then her hand flicked out, brushing against Loafer’s weapon. She grabbed the pistol’s slide and deftly twisted it from the stock. The gun was now
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