Four more deaths. Four people hired to inflict pain, and Rodin had been forced to kill them. He didn’t even know their names.
Did Mallos? Maybe one of them—the one with the goggles? The deal would’ve been with their leader. Maybe they used aliases or street names, hiding their true identities.
And now they were gone. More lives removed for the sake of one man. Mallos had his eyes set on Borinoff’s operation, and nothing else mattered. The lives of others were meaningless.
How many had died? About twenty of Effy’s clients for starters. Not all of them were clean removals, so add more—from the reports Rodin had read, doubling the number would be an underestimation. Then add Sporiff and the five thugs he’d hired. And four more here.
About fifty, then. Fifty lives removed to satisfy th
