“Today I’ve been your friend, Rhea—if this had gone where you had intended it to go, you would have paid with your life. ”The headlamp came to life and flashed at him once, brief but glare-bright, emphatic: I know different; I know different, my dear little squint. Drew in breath. He thought of Aaron Deepneau in the Manhattan Restaurant of the Mind, Aaron Deepneau telling him to com
Nothing breathed in that moment, nothing called, nothing moved. “Yer office,” the old bastard cackled as Depape led him down the alley toward the board fence and the heaps of rubbish at the far end. And below that, printed in emphatic little letters: BURN THIS. ”The man with the cocked eye laughed phlegmily.
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