Once the room was lit, Karl finally walked inside, his hazel eyes taking in every detail. She had a feeling those eyes didn't miss much.
"If we're to pretend to have a civilized conversation, can I get you something to drink, Karl? Cafei or Thunderclap? Whiskey from the Northlands? Not quite legal, but not poisoned, I promise. I'll even drink first."
"I'll pass, thanks," he said. Both of them sat, Loretta on the sofa and Karl in a chair close to the door. He held the club and the hypodermic across his long legs. "Why did you bring me here, Loretta?"
"Just what I said back there," she said. "We might be able to offer a lot to each other."
"Such as?"
"I might be able to work with someone as strong and smart as you are," she said. "There are far less pleasant characters than me wandering
