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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 208 of 307 "Yes, carry all you like." "Fine." He was probably lying, but my aching ribs sure wished I had have been carrying that gun the other night rather than fearing I was somehow going to get frisked by a cop. I'd rather end up with a weapons charge that I could get out of than spend another couple days dosed on morphine suffering from a torsoe filled with broken bones. "So, are we still employed or what?" I asked. "I wouldn't have covered you in the Kings Ransom Suite for another week if we didn't have a job to do." "It's just a room, Steve." "Well why don't you try the Sands. The rooms cost about a fourth what yours does." "I've got six broken ribs." "Are you telling me you can't work?" "What do you want me to do?" "Cox is coming up for arraignment tomorrow. He's being charged with everything they can think of, including resisting arrest and a felony assaulting an officer. It looks bad but if he makes bail, you are going to have to help Sarah get the hell out of there." "Who would bail that maniac out?" "There's always someone willing to help maniacs." |
