“Yeah, but those were sold.”
“Can you get more?”
Delaram’s eyes narrowed.“You didn’t want them, so what’s this for?”
For a moment, Deacon didn’t say anything, so Marion spoke up.
“I’m looking for my friend, and we found a very disturbing factory, so we want to blow it up.”
Shock filled the man’s face.“Excuse me?”
Deacon groaned and let out an exasperated sigh.She ignored it.
“My friend, Peter, apparently is or was the companion to Shiel Sinaga,” she continued, pitching her voice low.“While investigating her, I discovered a deed to a property upstate.So, we went and found out it was a processing plant for humans.”
Delaram blinked, his gaze darting between them.“Are you shitting me?”
Marion raised an eyebrow.“Why would I lie?”
He shrugged.“So, you’re going to blow up this place?”
“Damn straight.”
“And that was supposed to be between us,” Deacon told her, sounding a little irked.She ignored him, because they didn’t have the luxury of time.“Can you get more explosives?”
“Actually, I have a shipment arriving this evening.”
“Then I want to buy it.”
Delaram studied him.“Okay, but with one condition.”
“What?”
“Take me with you to this building.”
Well, this was unexpected.Marion glanced at Deacon, waiting to see what he was going to say.
“Why?”Deacon asked.
“You’re going to need someone who knows how to detonate it.You do it wrong, you’ll either be blowing yourself up or not blowing anything up.”
Deacon leaned forward.“I don’t know if I can trust you, Delaram.”
“Yeah,” the man sighed, mouth turned down.“I can understand that.Still.You’re going to need me.”
She and Deacon looked at one another.Guess they didn’t really have any other plan.
“Fine,” Deacon said.“We’ll leave tonight.”
They rose to leave, and Deacon held out his hand for her.Before she took his hand, she turned back.
“Can you get me a taser gun with multiple cartridges?”
Delaram blinked.“Uh.Yeah, sure.”
She smiled her thanks, then took Deacon’s hand and they were gone.
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