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Creote was...somewhere else. In Russia, Brian thought he remembered. Had he hired Creote yet? He’d found his friend and bodyguard at a bar in Russia, so perhaps they hadn’t met if Creote was there now. When was this? Things were becoming more difficult to keep straight than usual. Brian was sure he could figure it out if he could just stop looking up to find Hellhound standing in front of him, knife in hand. Remembering things was always easier when he had Creote with him. Brian hoped he was going to hire the man soon.
