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“You sonofabitch.” Darrow moved but not fast enough.
“Now-now, Marshal,” said Strunk. “Let’s keep this civil.”
I turned to find Darrow’s hand on her stunner and yours pointing squarely at her. She looked to me, but I shook my head. You gotta know the difference between opportunity and suicide. And for the moment at least, I still did.
“Give your piece to my friend over there,” Strunk said.
Darrow’s hard eyes held mine. Is this it, then? they asked. A shade of her question from earlier. Is it now or never?
Justice demanded an answer, but I shook my head again. If she pulled, she’d be dead. No coming back from that. No justice there.
The air in the room was electric. You looked nervous. And that made me nervous for Darrow. Since you were there, I know you know everything that happe
