He heard soft steps behind him. This did not mean anything good. Who would follow him, late in the night, and still in this narrow street in the midst of the badly amused port district? Just now, where he had shot the thing of his life and wanted to disappear with the booty.

Had one of his countless colleagues had the same idea, watched him, and waited to relieve him of the fruits of his work? Or did the steps behind him belong to one of the innumerable lawmakers of this city, and the steel night around his wrists would snap right.

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Countless colleagues had the same idea, watched him, and waited to relieve him of the fruits of his work? Or did the steps behind him belong to one of the innumerable lawmakers.

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