Chapter 54
Imon sat back, smoothing his vest. "No, but you should have said you knew her. I can help you with these, liberated or not." Sparr had rattled the man, but probably just for a few seconds. He needed to press his advantage, establish a high asking price before Imon committed himself. Once Imon's crew heard a figure from their boss, they would know if he caved. Sparr couldn't risk the man's pride getting in the way. "Anyway," Sparr said casually, "Nesee thought five hundred." For a moment Imon could only stare at Sparr, his face locked in an expression of incredulity. "Five? Five, no. No." Sparr stared back, then slowly reached out as if to reclaim the necklace and other trinkets. Imon scrambled to speak first. "Three! Three hundred at most." The wiry man carving the stick shot a glanc
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