pensive fabric of his sle
ad to look over his shoulder. His dead eyes dropped to her
e their jackets, the metallic click of gun hols
sed a singl
uards
per, his dark eyes scanning her fac
d, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that vibrated
painfully dry. "I want the name an
in the man's chest-a laugh
rs. "Information like that costs more t
, burning away her terror. She stoo
hand into her bag, pulled out her leather
n her thumb and index finge
enged, her voice ringing clear. "Tails, you wa
t flickered in the depths of his black eyes. The corner o
ding her personal space. The heat radiating o
xt to her ear. "Vegas isn't a place for little girls to p
cheek hard enough to taste co
f losing a coin t
rkened to p
y diner counter. He crossed his massive arms over his chest, projectin
ucked in
he quarter shot into the air, spinning rapiounter with
alm down flat over t

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