Twenty-Two
They took Heron’s unmarked auto back to the city of ghosts under cover of nightfall. Heron’s auto appeared to make itself all but invisible on the quiet streets as it rolled into the tight space between the two shipping complexes and cloaked itself.
“Truly,” she asked him once they were inside and their voices could be swallowed by the never-ending darkness in their descent. “Do you spend all of your money on gadgets?”
“No, I play with forty percent at most,” he said. There was a slight tremor in his voice. She could tell he was nervous about tonight, about meeting her in the bar to have their discussion, after they finished this last piece of business for the day. “Another thirty percent goes to Arjun. He isn’t cheap, you know.”
Her expression drew a laugh from Heron.
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