A shadow suddenly stood in door of Tarilamor’s room and walked in, sitting down at the table with the black fox.
The silver tabby growled. “He’s dead.”
The fox nodded, looking the cat up and down for a moment. “Have much trouble?”
“I’ve got a bullet in my arm and a body of bruises.” Ralone hissed quietly. “So yeah, I’ll say I did.”
“Hmmmm...” Tarilamor’s yellow eyes flashed slightly as he took a thick envelope out of his pocket. “Here’s your pay.”
Ralone quietly took the money and left, his blue eyes cold.
