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"You stabbed him with a poker?" Cassie says, pulling a face in the passenger seat.
"Will you stop appearing like that, Cass? Shits me up every time."
"What do you want, a text?"
"Might as well," I say, "You spend enough time on that phone of yours. And the slaphead in the back has done a lot worse than stab people with a poker."
"Two wrongs, Dad."
"Stop whining," I say. "You want me to sort these traffickers out or not?"
"Not if you're gonna stab innocent women with letter openers.”
I can't help laughing at that one. "Innocent? She once ordered a hit on a traffic warden."
”Yeah, but—"
"She wears animal fur and conflict diamonds," I say.
"Oh," Cass says, changing tune. "Well in that case . . ."
"Sure you don't wanna stop off at the looney bin while we're out?" Prince asks fro
