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. Xris, flushing, snapped the hatch shut.
"That's different. This saved my life."
"What's your point?" Wiedermann gestured to the photo. "Dalin Rowan brought down people who were worth billions, mined them financially, sent them to prison. If there is one person in this entire universe those people hate, it is Dalin Rowan. You think they can't touch him just because they're locked up?"
"All right. Yeah, I know. But still ..." Xris shook his head.
"You--his best friend--didn't recognize him."
Xris paused, thought about that. "You're right. I wouldn't have recognized him. Her."
Sure, Dalin Rowan had been worried about the Hung coming after him. But he was probably a lot more worded about someone else coming after him. Someone who'd known him so well ...
Xris stared at the photo. "It's starting to make sense," he admitted. He looked up. "I suppose you've got proof. I wouldn't want to make a mistake."
Wiedermann flipped the papers. "All in here. Including a DNA match--Darlene Mohini equals Dalin Rowan." "DNA match? How the devil did you get a DNA match?" Wiedermann grinned. "I understand that you are the leader of a mercenary organization. You do odd jobs for people. People who are--shall we say---high up on the social ladder. It was, in fact, rumored that you once worked for Her Majesty--"
"Okay." Xris raised his hand. "We've all got our professional secrets
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