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reprehensible, their looks were off-putting. Red eyes. Six fingers. Mottled yellow skin.
    “A choice, I don’t have,” he replied with the typical Dracorian muddled English, leveling a hard stare at the men. “The money to me, that shipment back to Bromond, and Carlos I’ll tell back in his good graces you want to be.”
    “And the girl?” Spencer asked. “Not that I care or anything…”
    Achchim shook his head. “Dead she’ll be. Today. Tomorrow. Next week. Dead she’ll be. Good money Carlos is paying to be sure.”
    A flash of anger crossed Hammond’s face, but it disappeared so quickly, Callie would have missed it if she hadn’t known him better. The Dracorian clearly failed to see it, looking bored as his red eyes continued to scan the docking area.
    “All Carlos knows is that she’s a nurse,” Izzie stated, flipping her ponytail over her shoulder. “Can’t seem to get much more information. You guys know her name?”
    “Just knew her as Callie,” Hammond replied, making Callie grateful he wasn’t going to give them any more facts about her to make it easier for bounty hunters or reward seekers to find her. She knew it was foolish to wish she’d hear some kind of emotion in his voice, especially when he was trying to protect her.
    “Knew? Don’t you know where she is now?” Izzie asked. “Could you find her if you had to?
    “Why care you?” Achchim gave her a hard shove on the shoulder that made her stumble a step and then glare at him in return. “Time to claim that money, we don’t have. Business, we must do.”
    Rubbing her shoulder, Izzie replied, “Fuck you, Achchim. Carlos has a helluva bounty on her head. I mean, the chick had the balls to shoot his nose off! For that alone, I’d like to meet her. Plus, I could use the unis.” She grinned at Hammond and Spencer. “If I didn’t like you clowns as much as I do, I’d claim the bounty on you, too.”
    Achchim laughed, snorting through all four of his nostrils.
    “We don’t know where she is now, anyway,” Spencer finally said. “We had some fun with her, then we ditched her.”
    “Oh?” Izzie settled an inquisitive stare at Spencer. “Just fucked her brains out and dropped her off on the next moon you passed? Then why shoot up that docking platform on Bromond for her? Shit, guys. Neither of you has ever had trouble getting laid.”
    “We didn’t fire back because of her,” Spencer replied, the irritation plain in his curt tone. “Carlos had those assholes shoot at us, too. Of course we fired back.”
    “You could’ve just left her there and let ’em have her,” Izzie pressed like a hungry prolobeast seeking a meaty groundling cub. “You didn’t have to drag her onto the Ecstasy .”
    Spencer shrugged, as did Hammond, making Callie start to worry. No way could they appear that nonchalant without actually feeling that way. Not unless they were the universe’s greatest actors.
    No. No, her guys cared for her. She was sure of it. They were just protecting her. That’s all.
    “She was pretty,” Hammond finally said. “A damn good lay. Nothing more.”
    A damn good lay. Nothing more .
    Callie’s heart dropped to her feet, and she swallowed hard. He couldn’t mean it. He was just trying to throw the pair off their tails.
    Wasn’t he?
    “What moon did you drop her on?” Izzie asked. “Did you at least leave her with some money for her…services, or did you just skip out?”
    “She’s not a whore,” Spencer said, gritting his teeth.
    Izzie laughter rang out loud and strong. “So you did just skip out. Geez…fuck her and then don’t even pay her? Cheap bastards.”
    A low growl rumbled from Hammond. “Let it go, Izzie.” He gave a slight incline of his head to Achchim, whose gaze was otherwise occupied.
    Although she didn’t seem placated, she finally gave the guys a nod. “Where’s the Ampirica? Graveland wants it back.”
    “Why? He got his damn money.” Hammond nodded at the duffle he’d dropped