At the mouth of an alley, he stops again, cocking his head as if listening for something, then a man slinks out from behind a dumpster, gun trained on Fox. “Santanos requires a face-to-face,” the man says almost quietly enough that I can’t hear him. Fox squeezes my hand and drops it, walking into the alley toward the man with a gun. I mean, I’ve seen him get shot at, and I know I can’t be shot, so for a moment I contemplate using my body to protect him, but then I remember that my man has competence in spades, and if he wants me to stand here and do nothing, that’s exactly what I’m going to
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