'' okay , wish me luck , '' he said . '' good luck , '' clarissa said before giving him a kiss on the cheek . malique moved as close as possible to the booths edge then leaned over . '' hey , no cheating ! '' clarissa yelled . '' how 's it cheating ? '' malique frowned . clarissa pointed to a sign hanging over the middle of the
booth

isa hardly knew chance , but already she surmised that out of the two of them , the true whack job was the man in front of her . '' that 's okay , robert . i 'll be fine . if i see him again , i-i 'll call you so you can deal with him . '' a complete lie . she 'd chase chance away herself , true , but she 'd never turn him over to
robert

that he found himself broke , friendless , without provisions and generally in a bind , this he had admitted . that he allowed himself be maneuvered into stealing for cort 's gang , yes that too . he 'd enumerated which thefts belong to him and which to others . he had even given names and descriptions ; he was through light-stepping for the likes of
cort