"I know a lot of people—I'll find out," Cobber promised. "I liked Emily."
It wouldn't do any good, though Jadiver approved. For a while there'd be one less sadist on the force, and after that they'd hire another.
"You'd better leave while you can," said Jadiver.
Cobber laughed. "I'll get away. I know Venus and I don't have a spy inside." He got up, turned on the lights and tossed the tangle gun on the bed. "Here. You need this worse than I do."
Jadiver blinked gratefully and took it. Cobber believed him. If the police wanted to eliminate him, they'd have to come for him, after all.
He stood up. "Breakfast?"
"No breakfast," said Cobber. "I'm going to take your advice and get out of here." He went to the door, opened it a fraction and listened. Satisfied, he closed it and turned back to Jadiver. "Tell that cop I know a few tricks with a tangle gun he never heard of. I'll show him what they are."
"I won't see him, I hope."
"You don't have to. They're taking everything down. They'll tell him. That is, I hope they do."
He slipped out the door and was gone.