"You said dead or alive," Lynn reminded Lazar. "You owe me ten thousand credits."
"What happened?" Lazar snapped at her. His flesh-bedded eyes studied her.
"He came to me for help. I had to bide my time. I told him I'd help him. I was waiting for the chance to get to you. He was by the interphone a few minutes ago. It was the chance I needed. I pulled my blaster, covered him. He made a dash for freedom so I had to kill him."
"This is crazy," one of the men said. "Horn must have had her confession. But now what do we do for evidence?"
"Shut up!" Lazar snapped.
"Your word is good, isn't it, Lazar?" Lynn said.
"What do you mean?"
"The ten thousand credits. As a loyal citizen I've earned them."
"You'll get your credits," Lazar snarled, frustration in his eyes.
"I know I will," Lynn said, smiling.