Questionable EmploymentThey dropped him off at his apartment. Lester stood and watched the hover-car float off into the night. It was cold and he pulled up his collar. Someone somewhere was screaming, reminding him of his own screams as Gilbert applied the pressure. Lester winced at the memory. He'd told them all he knew, the location of the safe, the combination. There was nothing else he could have done. Gilbert … the thought made him shudder.
He put his face against the recognition portal. The sensors recognised his features and the doors hissed open. The guard at the desk barely looked up.
“You okay, Harry?”
The guard grunted. He sat watching the holo-vision and Lester stopped to consider the four or five naked bodies writhing together a hand's breadth in front of him. The groaning
