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DE KEPT HER WORD AND hadn’t sold the eyes Ray had entrusted to her. In fact, it looked like they had brought her a little luck. He found her behind the counter in her father’s shop when he arrived, rather than on her knees in the alley. Layers of dust had been removed from the shelves at the front of the store and the piles of junk stacked neatly on small tables made the shop take on the look of a legitimate business. They didn’t exchange many words when Ray placed the bundle of bills from his pocket onto the counter.
“It should be enough.”
De took the powder down from the shelf without speaking, setting it down on the counter in front of him.
“Did you know?” he asked, his eyes piercing through her, “About the drugs?”
“Yeah,” she said, her eyes lowered, “but that’s done n
