“Well then,” he told Levi. “I’ll move it for you.”
He patted Jan’s neck and headed for the door. “You’ll learn, kiddo,” he said.
Fuck off, she thought.
She glanced at Napoleon, who was still staring at the door intently. What was he so interested in? She swiveled around in her chair. “Levi, could you push your cart away from the doorway? Napoleon seems to think it’s some kind of threat.”
“Oh yeah—sure. Whatever Napoleon wants,” he said, and began pushing the cart away. Cleaning solutions sloshed and an inverted mop jiggled in its holder. The cart’s wheels went squeak-squeak against the floor.
Touching Levi’s arm, Nimson gestured to the keys on the man’s belt and asked: “Do you have access to the shock prods, or is that just Oberon?” (He was referring, of course, to Oberon Gore, the In
