Sylan’s [POV]
I unclip my holster and sit my piece on the desk, making a distinctive move to flick the safety off.
“Then I don’t see the problem, Detective. You’ll do what you need to keep our deal balanced, right?” Drake slides into the office silently.
He doesn’t need to say much when the look on his grim face conveys the message. The Detective turns back to me, face chalk white.
His gun hand grips the tumbler still half full of top-shelf liquor. He’s let his training go. Grown lax. Pathetic, really, but it’s those details that make him valuable to us.
“Okay. Ward. But clean up your act. I’ll have a couple of good men take care of the bodies. But this is where I draw the line.” I set my gun over the envelopes and ease my weight onto the corner of my desk.
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