Marlowe
Teller's confidence had cracked, but I understood, watching him recover his composure with visible effort, that a cornered man with hostages still remained considerably more dangerous than a cornered man without them.
"Let's discuss this reasonably," he said, voice carrying a new, careful edge. "You've made your point. Your secrets aren't worth what I thought they were. Fine. But I've still got considerable expenses tied up in twelve years of patient investment, and I don't intend to simply write that off because a girl found her courage at exactly the wrong moment for my business model."
"So what do you actually want now," King said, watching him with the same careful, controlled focus I'd seen him bring to every dangerous negotiation since I'd known him.
"Compensation. Straig
