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It might have been better if that thing had gutted me at the club, Spyder thought. He said, "Why did you help me the other night?"
"I dont know. I just had to. You were so clueless. "
"Why cant you help me now?"
"Im on my way to meet a client. "
"You didnt answer me when I asked you earlier. What exactly do you do?"
"Youve seen what I do. I kill things," Shrike said. "People. Beasts. Demons. Whatever a client wants dead. "
"The Black Clerks?"
"No one kills the Black Clerks. Theyre elemental forces. Just a notch or two below gods. Killing them is like trying to kill wind or light. Why do you want to know?"
Spyder pushed up his jacket sleeve and put her hand on the scar on his arm.
"Damn," she said. "By the pike, youre a fool. "
"Theres nothing to be done about this?"
"Not by me. When they come for you, offer the Clerks a better deal. "
"I could offer them you. "
Shrike moved close to Spyder. She smelled of musk and jasmine. She whispered in his ear. "If I didnt know you were such a fool that remark could cost you your head. "
"Im sorry," said Spyder backing away from her. "Im falling apart. I would never do something like that. "
"I know that. I have a pretty good nose for treachery and dangerous folk. "
"Where do I fit on the danger scale? Say that one is a pretty little butterfly and ten is the thing that beat me like two dollar drum the other night. "
Shrike thought for a moment, then reached into the pocket of her coat. "I dont know exactly what you call one of these. It was a p
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