Pasha glanced at Ves. “How long have I been here?”
“Not long enough for me to notice until now. Last batch got dumped in here less than an hour ago.” He nodded towards the fops huddled together, watching. “Must have been with them. Guess you were sleeping off whatever they shot you up with.”
Pasha, grinding his teeth, hesitated, then stood to saunter over to where Mann sat. His leg had gone numb where he had hunkered on it talking to Ves, and the resulting limp robbed him of whatever dramatic effect he’d been hoping for. After hovering a minute while Mann stared up at him with a look of resignation in his eyes, Pasha squatted next to the old man, reluctant to meet his gaze.
“Didn’t expect to see you here,” Mann said. “Suspect you want to kill me. I’ll make it easy for you if that makes
