More cabs, Shadows piled in, and the convoy was off and away, leaving Gibson and Terry on the pavement.
"You could have gone with them," the Boss said kindly to Terry.
"No problem," Terry said. "I've got a pile of work to do." Inside, he was ecstatic. Alone, he was thinking. I'll be alone.
The taxis went down the hill and turned left onto the Inner Ring Road. In a matter of minutes, they were up near Shude Hill.
"I know a place," Terry's Shadow told the driver, and started calling out turns in the narrow streets.
Mickey was confused.
There must be half a dozen of the new bodyguards, he was thinking. I suppose they have names, he thought, but I don't know any of them.
And they all looked the same. Black clothes, no ostentation. Wide shoulders, shaved heads. Mean expressions.
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