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Mars frowned, not at all happy with Dylan’s last comment. He wondered if it was the truth. Possibly. After all, from the video we have of him and Samson, we know he took guests up to one of the rooms in the hotel to have s*x with them. He’s not exactly averse to the idea of spreading himself around. Changing the subject before he made some comment he shouldn’t, Mars said, “All right, we need to come up with a way to make you visible without jeopardizing your safety or freedom.” “That would be appreciated,” Dylan muttered. “One question though, which just occurred to me. Why would Tommy’s people come after me in the first place?” “Payback. You killed him; they have to kill you to save face. Also, if I’m reading what you told me correctly, until it hit the papers that he was killed by his