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In a flash, Paix dropped into a crouch, his nightstick out. "What do you want?"
Sheinwold held his hands up. He'd been growing a beard. "I didn't do it."
Paix glanced around. A boarded-up window and the door he just came through were the only ways out. Sheinwold stood between him and the door. "And I suppose the bridges are golden and the Pot is too."
Sheinwold seemed crestfallen. And he looked disheveled, which wasn't like him. "For gods' sakes, Hanger. You really think I'd have a gang of kids not old enough to shave ambush you with bricks?" He stared off to the side for a moment, blinking in disbelief. Then he and Paix locked eyes. "That's really what you think of me?"
He did have a point. Sheinwold was a blocked steam pipe, but he wasn't a maniac. "What do you want?"
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