22nd Century Deal, by Kirsten Cameron

‘You got the money?’

‘Don’t I always?’

‘Yeah. Just making sure.’ Jim deadbolted the door. His head whipped back to meet my gaze. ‘Were you followed?’

‘No.’ What had gotten into Jimbo? ‘Ya right?’

‘Yeah, course.’ He peeked through one of the slits in the Venetian blinds, shifted his weight from one foot to the other and scratched absently at his head before suddenly shifting his attention back to me. ‘Why wouldn’t I be? What’ve ya heard?’

‘Nothing, Jimbo. You sure you’re okay?’

He sighed. ‘Sorry, man. Big shipment, just paranoid. What d’ya need?’

‘Some Maltesers if you got ‘em.’


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