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I turn lance at the round, white bone jutting through flesh, and staring ateyes Quickly, I rifle the pockets of the dead man underneath me, locate and retrieve hisair inat me with a mixture of hate and fear

I thrust the mobile into his face ‘Call your boss’

He looks at

‘Call him or join your friends in hell’

He looks around at his dead riood as dead if I call hie of character He’d rather take his chances with me than Nikita

I press the button and hold the phone to my ear

‘What?’ Tasha’s father barks

‘Nikita, you’re losing your touch’

There is a pause, then he speaks His voice is deliberately pleasant and unruffled even though I know heto hear your voice, Noah’

‘Youboys to do a man’s work’

‘Listen you little upstart low life Co kill you myself’

The idea of Nikita killing h As if he’s ever done his oork

‘Let’s see how you laugh when your mouth is full of concrete’

‘Well, if I were you I’d stop with the weird fantasies, and deal with the ht be a good idea to get your garbage disposal people over, like pronto, before the cops are all over it’

I hear his brain turning over

‘You should pray that I don’t turn up dead, even by accident Because the cops will be getting a USB stick detailing the exactRemember Hammurabi?’

He doesn’t say anything but I can feel his shock Zane and I got a copy ages ago, and we just kept it for insurance purposes You never knohen you need these things

‘I’ll be seeing you real soon, Nikita’ I say, and hang up