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“You wouldn't believe it, Ma. The man’s a hazard. I should have known from the start. He didn't offer me a job, he had the audacity to shanghai me. He has no concept of risk. I can count on one hand the number of times I risked taking a bullet back home. I've matched that in the last two days.”
But as he rang off, his frustration died. He was left with the image of Steve’s face, bruised and bloodied, as he handed over the hotel voucher. It was hard to dislike someone who could smile at you like that.