He moved his arm away from my waist, slowly. Couldn't move. We got Nathaniel settled in what the strippers called the quiet room. I visualized that sharpness cutting across his belly, and his shirt split like a skin to show white flesh and blood.
Maybe not just Jean-Claude. He was damned lucky I wasn't one of those people. Not for long, I said. They fought for keeps when they fought.
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