Raith fears Ortega

I grimaced and stared after Ortega's vanished car. "Yeah."
Thomas was quiet for a second, then said, "He means to kill you."
"I know."
"He's dangerous, Harry. Smart. My father is afraid of him."
"I could like him," I said. "It's sort of refreshing to have someone trying to kill me right to my face, instead of throwing me a bunch of curveballs and shooting me in the back. It's almost nice to have a fair fight."
"Sure. Theoretically."
"Theoretically?"
Thomas shrugged. "Ortega's been alive for about six hundred years. It isn't something you do by playing nice."
"From what I've heard, the Archive will object to any monkey business."
"It's only cheating if he gets caught."
I frowned at him and said, "Are you saying someone is planning to avoid getting caught?"
Thomas put his hands in his jacket pockets. "I'm not saying anything. I wouldn't mind seeing you kick his ass, but I'm sure as hell not going to do something that would attract attention to me."


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