“Indeed,” said Berkaz blankly. “The oldies have party hats in the cupboards.” He resumed looking out his curtain. “We should make it an occasion.”
“Mr Skayde always paid up,” said Hal. “He’s a man who can recognize my talent.”
“We wait,” said Berkaz.
“I’m up for something to eat,” said one of the couch thugs. “I saw a chicken place up the street.”
“No!” called Berkaz. “Not that way. When you walk out here, go right. Do not go left. Do you understand?” He pointed to both on the couch. “Two of you go. And watch your back.”
“Sure, boss,” said one. “We’ll bring back something for everyone.”
“Something small,” said Berkaz and went back to his window.
Sabienn looked around and saw the drop in numbers watching over him. If he were to make a move it would have to be now.
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