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“You don’t know anything about him.” The girl slashed her knife against my shield again.
The screech of metal on spell stabbed into my ears.
“Kendrick, like the man who owned The Game Kendrick?” I looked from Eric to the girl.
“Bryant and I have a reasonable familiarity with Kendrick. We defeated him in his own establishment.” Eric ignored me completely.
“No one defeats Kendrick,” the girl growled.
“Kendrick McDonald who tried to have me kidn*pped Kendrick?” I gripped the magical phone in my pocket as I searched the growing shadows between the cars for any hint of attack. “What does he have to do with a ticket hawker from Times Square?”
“My apologies for not bringing you up to speed earlier, Bryant.” Eric didn’t actually sound sorry. “I had hoped I was wrong.”
“That doesn’t actua
