If it's just street clothes, then you must be scaring the tourists. He shifted in his seat, and struggled to sit up straighter, arms still holding himself tight. Jean-Claude is so _not_ cannon fodder. You knew I was a pain in the ass when you fought to get me back on the case.
My life is just too damn violent for cannon fodder to be near and dear to my heart. Bernardo had moved up behind me, closer than I wanted him. The smile faded, leaving his eyes the color of winter skies and just as pitiless. He gagged, hands going to his throat, half collapsing on the table.
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