"Not that kind of bill. This kind, money ain’t good for. There are twenty-three files on that chip. They tell you about twenty-three people who died to cover your skinny butt. Some light reading. Thorn. Enjoy it." The brawny figure turned, fading back into the night. Then paused. "And Thorn. Next time you need someone to help you be clever, don’t do me any favors."