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“The first thing you need to know is, I don’t kill women.”
Galatz nodded. He was sitting behind his spacious desk with its expansive, red-marble top for looking impressive and hosting lots of important papers. I was back in my chair with slightly less pissy feet.
“The target is a man, though I can’t speak with certainty to the composition of his bodyguard. No promises on that score.”
Well, no sense jumping off that bridge till I got to it. I took a moment and let Galatz think my hesitation was because I was thinking about the odds of having to violate my golden rule. But it was really because my brain was starting to get that itchy-inside feeling again. I needed to slow down the conversating. Before I woke up and found myself walking the plank over Valles Marineris or something.
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