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. "I've halted the operation. I have a good idea--an excellent idea, in fact--where this case is headed. And I don't like it. We could find ourselves in a great deal of difficulty. Our fu'm is not, at this point, prepared to accept the risk. I've spoken with my father and he "
With his good hand, Xris shoved aside an enormous stack of folders, toppling them to the floor. He leaned over the desk, planted the left elbow of the metal arm in the newly cleared space directly under Wiedermann's nose.
"You see this?" Xris wiggled his metal fingers. "Nine years ago, this arm was real. So was my leg, my eye, and all other parts of me. I won't bore you with the details--you've got them on file. I danm near died in that explosion. Dalin Rowan, my friend and parmer, saved my life. But I never got a chance to thank him. After the accident, he disappeared.
"I owe him." Xris was forced to pause, readjust himself. He was experiencing momentary breathing difficulty. "I owe him big. I spent a year of my own life searching for Dalin Rowan. No luck. You've spent six years' worth of my money searching for him. You tell me you've found him, but you won't tell me where he is. I think you might want to reconsider. Hand over that file."
"Certainly." Wiedermann was calm, not the least intimidated. "But you wouldn't find it much help. It's not your case. Here, see for yourself."
Xris backed off
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