CHAPTER FOUR
Even as Marish pressed one hand to his friend’s side, he knew it was useless. A gutshot man didn’t usually make it, and he could see from the gray tinge in Naam’s face that Naam wasn’t going to be one of the exceptions.
“Marish...” Naam’s voice was little more than a whisper.
Marish leaned down so he could hear the dying man.
“You...were...right. I was...set up.”
Marish’s grip on his friend’s shoulder tightened. “I wish I had been wrong,” he said. “But sending you out here alone on a suicide mission...it stank to high heaven. I followed you out here to see if I could help.”
“You did...help,” the dying man insisted. “Without you, I would be dying alone.”
Marish felt his eyes getting damp. “We can’t have that,” he said.
“Marish...find out...who did this. And look after..
