“Can I come out now?” Coop asked from the bathroom. But before Berg could tell him no the jackal was already standing behind him. “Well . . .” Coop said, “that was interesting.” “You could say that.” “You’re bleeding.” “Yes. And please stop playing with the knife.” Coop pulled his hand away from the blade handle and attempted to look contrite. “Sorry. Does it hurt?” Berg frowned at him and Coop nodded. “I’ll take that glare as a yes. Maybe I should call the front desk.” He started toward the phone on the side table by the bed. “Think we’ll make our train?” the jackal asked. Slowly, Berg faced
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<3 those obsessive jackals, but it's good to be the king/maestro
