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strikes.”

He yelped and wrenched at the cuffs. “It wasn’t just

the kid. I was hired to supply information,” he

squawked. “They wanted to know about someone.” He

froze, then shot her a sly glance. “Maybe there’s someone you want to know about? I’m good at that. Knowing things. I have power. Great power.”

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Roxy snorted. She could read exactly what he was:

a low-level psychic, his power little more than an annoying fizzle. Whatever he knew was at best 10 percent

truth and 90 percent smoke and mirrors. He was a

typical Topworld grunt, a mortal or near mortal the

Underworlders used to do their dirty work.

She was definitely a step or two above him as far as

paranormal enhancements went. She was physically

stronger. Her wounds healed at an accelerated rate.

Her senses were sharper, and she had a sixth sense that

let her recognize when there was a supernatural in the

vicinity—all useful tools in her line of work.

She could hear the kid shifting in the closet, growing restless.

“So those priests who hired you to supply the entertainment,” she said flatly, suddenly tired of the game. She

needed to be done with this, needed to get the kid back

to a set of loving arms. Not that she’d ever be the same.

Take a peek into the dark world and you never forget it.

Roxy knew that better than most. “They were looking for

information about something else.Someoneelse. Who?”

“I can’t. I can’t.” Marin shook his head wildly back

and forth, terror bleeding from every pore. Now they

were getting somewhere. Roxy slid the tip of the knife

back into the cut she’d made in his chest.

“No,” he cried. “Can’t do it.” But he didn’t sound

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