The well
dressed man stared at Wanda as though thinking.
“Very well
young lady,” he replied. “If you will hand me your dagger I shall take you
through to see the boss. Ronaldo was of more use to me than this fat fool,”, he
pointed to the foreman.
”So you may
as well let him go, your butchers bill is already high he will add little to it.
Nobody is to do any killing until I return and then we shall see.”
He held the
door open with one hand and held the other hand open for Wanda’s dagger,
smiling with great insincerity.
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