Chapter: 25
Blackstar was dead.
Thirty rounds of 762 mm slugs to the chest tend to do that. I snatched a gas line out of a wall and left the basement. Anyone paying attention would notice a small wooden doll strapped to the outside of my pack. If I lived, it would make a wonderful surprise for Shroud. Only if I lived, though. I put it out of my mind. “One thing at a time Maker.” This night was far from over.
“Burn.” The potion dropped into my hand, and I threw it at a wall near some curtains on the first floor before I ran out.
No one wanted to see what was in that basement. I wasn’t going to make some poor coroner go through what I just did. Certainly not. Rollo could make everyone believe they died in a fire. That was better for everyone living. I could only hope that what I’d done a
