I fired nearly point blank into his chest, and he fell backwards half vanishing in the fading smoke, like he'd fallen into clouds. It was a start. Pretty is as pretty does. He nodded, though I wasn't sure what he was agreeing with.
The Bromwells', I said. How about the heart? I asked. If I kill another one of your backups, do I owe you another favor? Not if he deserves it. Put it on over the T-shirt.
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