Chapter 22
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Kumar poured himself another rum, much more than a splash this time. I did the same.
“So yeah. I’m the spy you’re looking for,” he said. His hand was still shaking as he drank the rum. “I’m not cut out for it, but I had the technical skills needed to get the job here, so...”
“Are you ever planning to answer my question?” I asked.
“What question?”
“The Internet. How do I get on the Internet without Kohl knowing about it?”
“That was a real question? I just assumed you were toying with me, letting me know you knew what I was up to.”
“Not at all. I need to know this.”
“Before or after the goon squad gets here?”
“The goon squad doesn’t work for me. I have no goon squad. I only have a bunch of semi-professional bodyguards. They can barely even do the job we pay them
