“Just shoot him, Holst!” Geels bellowed, desperation sawing at his voice. “Shoot him in the head!” Kaz snorted in disgust. “Do you really think that secret would die with me? Go on, Holst,” he called. “Put a bullet in my skull. There will be messengers sprinting to your wife and your watch captain’s door before I hit the ground.” No shot came. “How?” Geels said bitterly. “How did you even know who would be on duty tonight? I had to pay through the gills to get that roster. You couldn’t have outbid me.” “Let’s say my currency carries more sway.” “Money is money.” “I trade in information, Geels,
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