Skater holstered the Predator. He’d use it when there were no other options. Killing, even in self-defense, didn’t come easy to him. Taking a deep breath, he focused on the two meters-plus of troll destruction facing him, trying not to be distracted by the back of his mind wanting to know about Coleman January’s arrival—how the body they were supposed to boost must have been planned by the Johnson as a fresh kill the whole time. And what their part in the biz was actually supposed to be. Puzzles and logistical problems had always fascinated him, as long as his hoop wasn’t on the line.