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| violent, but his sense of
righteousness was far different from men like Namtar’s Fred, or even the bodyguard
Cerberus. But would Madame Euergetes be as scrupulous? "The Lady may take it from him." "I’ll see she doesn’t. If it were to come up missing, and being who I am, I could and would raise a hell of a stink. When we settle up, we can make that plain. She can corral the guy, put him in a better home and wait for him to die - then make off with the collar. That won’t take long. And it won’t cost much, seeing how we’re saving her a hundred and fifty thousand bucks." Mention of the grand prize hurt, but Janus’ mind if not his soul acquiesced. He could think of no other way. He wondered about the other members of the Tyrone clan. "You’re not worried about paying off his heirs?" |
"Naw. No matter what the courts would say,
they have no moral right to the thing. This bird doesn’t either. But taking it from
him is beyond where I’m willing to go." They came even with the alley that ran behind the hotel. Out of the corner of his eye, Arete caught sight of a beige, four door Chevy as it cruised by them. The car speeded up when he and Janus entered the alley. The cop had got only a glimpse, but the two guys in the car, or at least the driver, was wearing a tie. He reached in his pocket for a pair of skin tight driving gloves, slipping them on while they proceeded down the alley. The scholar noted the action and turned his head to Arete with questioning look on his face. "We’re about to have company. Either Namtar’s or Euergetes’ thugs must have followed you. They’re getting impatient, not caring if we spot them." |
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