“Cahil and Oliver were waiting. A pile of clothes lay on the bed; on the floor were four shopping bags, three from a local hardware store, one from an auto parts store. Briggs could see a length of radiator hose jutting from one of the bags. “The clothes are secondhand,” Cahil said. “All local and well worn. Except mine; I’ll be the best dressed sicherheitsbeamte in town.” “Been practicing again, I see. What about the hardware?” “Not as good as guns, but I think I can come up with so...mething.” Tanner nodded. Improvised weapons would have to do. Besides, he reminded himself, if they found themselves in a firefight with Svetic’s men, they would have already lost. Amelia Root would be the first casualty. Oliver cleared his throat. “I have a question.” Tanner turned to him. “Yes?” “What’s my part in this circus and how many years in prison will it cost me?”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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