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"Refresh my memory," Bowen snaps

"I want the Fec I’ll buy hi about Len’s voice that makes me squirm It has the same eer But is hunger an e

A shoe scrapes in the dirt and there’s a long silence Bowen finally says, "So, why d’you want him so bad? You’ve never shown interest in anyone with the uy sounds offended "I’ to take a Level Ten off your hands and pay you! You should be the one paying me!"

"Yeah I don’t buy it What’s your real motive? Why the sudden interest in soive you sixteen ounces, man," Len whispers "That’s double what they’ll pay for him at the lab Sixteen ounces!"

"Sixteen ounces?" Bowen’s voice is shocked "Where’d you get sixteen ounces?"

"I’ve got my sources So, what do you say?"

"Well, crap, Len Sixteen ounces of honey? Let , thinking And the answer is … no Get out of here"

"Twenty-four ounces of honey That is my final offer An offer you’d be a fool to refuse," Len says, his gravelly voice mad "Take it or leave it"

"Twenty-four ounces? I could practically retire on that and live inside the wall Noin his voice, as loud and clear as the hunger in Len’s

"Please, no," I whisper, straining to hear his answer

Bowen sighs And then groans, as if facing a painful internal struggle

"Like I said An offer you can’t refuse," Len says eagerly His tone , shut my eyes, and pray Bowen says no

After a drawn-out silence,heart the only noise, Bowen says, "You wanna know the funny thing aboutme an offer I can’t refuse?"

"No Tell

"I’ to have to refuse it"

My eyes pop open, and a small smile pulls painfully on ood tears that I’ve cried since waking up in et out of here before my men come back and I have therowls, an anie your mind"

"Won’t happen Get Out Of Here"

Footsteps pound over the ground, fading to silence Bowen exhales and swears under his breath A light flickers The tent flap opens, and I squeeze ht

Bowen squats beside ht on my chin I squint up at hi "Is it possible Len knows?" he whispers

I frown "Knohat?" "That you’re …" His eyes travel over roide, as if he can see ir--"