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“You have an uncle who’s one of us?” Liz asks, her eyes round with surprise. “I didn’t know this.”
“Neither did I,” I say.
“There’s only one Guide named Kyle in the city,” Liz says thoughtfully. “Grant.”
“That’s him. Kyle f*****g Grant,” I say through gritted teeth.
“Wait,” Thomas says. “He’s in law enforcement.”
“You know him?” I ask.
“Somewhat. Though he never hangs out at the club.”
“I know him a little better,” Liz says. “And I could easily see him as a Traditionalist. I always knew he had issues, but I never suspected such deep-seated—”
“He’s a dead man,” I interrupt. “So you don’t need to analyze him.”
Liz sighs. “I’m sorry,” she says, “but I’m going to have to go back on one thing I said. I don’t think killing him is a good idea.”
“Why the f**k not?” I snap. Great, now
