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Caius led the way as our small group marched Cherny and his skipper upstairs to the room near the top of the stairs. He swung open the door and stepped aside before he swept his arm toward the small room.
“Get in,” he invited our ‘guests.’
Cherny and Warren reluctantly entered and Caius shut the door behind them, nearly butt-capitating Warren. He locked the door with the thick key that belonged to that portal and tucked the key inside his jacket.
Albert frowned at him. “Do you truly believe I meant to harm that man?”
Caius turned to him and jerked his thumb over his shoulder at the locked door. “He believes that, and so long as he does he’s not going to be happy unless we have the key, and an unhappy prisoner isn’t as easy to keep as a happy one.”
Isabel set a hand on Albert’s
