Noblesse oblige.
Pride of the Falcaro line. She wouldn't send anybody into deadly peril unless she were ready to go herself.
Only somehow the trigger that would have snapped neurotic, synthetic Lee Bennet into Lee Falcaro hadn't worked.
He wandered on aimlessly, wondering whether it would be minutes or hours before he'd be picked up and executed as a spy.
PART II
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It took minutes only.
He had headed back to the waterfront, afraid to run, with some vague notion of stealing a boat. Before he reached the row of saloons and joints, a smart-looking squad of eight tall men overtook him.