Cradock said, with a smug smile that held no hint of apology for any death and dismemberment we might incur from trying to pull off a major kidnapping in less than a day. Mychael didn’t move. “No deal.” “You agreed to the terms.” “Terms that gave us at least three days’ planning and prep time.” Mychael stood. “The deal’s off.” “Are you saying you can’t do it?” Mychael didn’t bite. “I’m saying we won’t. If your client wants the duke, he’ll have to pay more and wait longer. One day to get inside the elven embassy, get Sevelien, and get out isn’t kidnapping; it’s suicide.” Cradock smiled like a man with a secret. “The duke isn’t staying in the embassy. Two days ago he moved into the house at the end of Ambassador Row.” That was more than a little disconcerting. Why the hell did Markus move out of the embassy? “Ambassador Row, which is conveniently around the corner from the elven embassy,” Mychael noted dryly. “Still no go.” Judging from the sweat beading on Cradock’s upper lip, if the deal didn’t go down, and Markus didn’t get taken to the Ta’karid temple, Cradock wasn’t going to live much longer than sundown tomorrow himself.
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