Page 81 of Sapphire Nights
After exchanging pleasantries and learning that Valdis would be released soon and had a ride home, Walker attempted to atleast get in one formal question. “How much do any of you know aboutFrancois?”
“He’s a slimy creep who would sell his soul for cash or drugs,” Tullah said without hesitation. “But only if it meant he didn’t have to lift a hand or do more thanexist.”
Walker quirked an eyebrow. “Not many people turn over cash or drugs fornothing.”
Looking like a warm cuddly teddy bear, Ambersnapped a short-sleeved dress with unusual ferocity to shake out wrinkles. She began folding it away, leaving a trailing long skirt of black gauze across the bed. “She means he’s a snitch,” she said in disdain. “Give him a toke, and he’ll tell youanything.”
Valdis picked anxiously at the black gauze and didn’t look him in the eyes. “He spies for Carmel,” she whispered. “He worshipsher.”
“But he wouldn’t kill for her?” Walker asked, ugly suspicionrising.
All three women lookeduncertain.
Oh, crap. Would Carmel order a security guard killed?Why?
