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. He knew all their secrets, every one. And he used those secrets to bring them down. He spent another couple of months on the witness stand, laying those secrets bare. Two attempts on his life were made during the trial. God knows how many others that were never made public. When the trial was over, Dalin Rowan walked out of the courtroom and was never seen again. The bureau gave him a new identity."
Xris frowned, thinking. "What about Armstrong?"
"Like you, he was trying to track Rowan down. Obviously, he succeeded. He was probably the one who led the agency to Rowan, who was already in bed with the Hung. Nice and convenient."
"And instead of blowing the traitor's head off, the bureau uses him!" Xris took the twist out of his mouth, leaned forward. "What have you got? A name, a planet? That's all I need. Give that to me and we'll call it a deal. I'll take it from here."
"Ah, this is where I enter a moral and legal dilemma," Wiedermann stated sonorously.
"Fuck it!" Xris swore. "I'm paying you enough to get over your moral and legal dilemma. I want to talk to him, that's all."
Wiedermann studied Xris, gazed at him long and intently.
The cyborg could see his own metal body reflected back to him in the detective's pale and watery green eyes.
"Having heard your story, I would say that you are entifled to that much," the detective conceded. "If anything goes amiss--"
"You won't be involved
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