"Buddy, give me some cash. I need to go see a guy about something!"
Nash opened the paper bag filled with cash, pulled out a thick stack without a glance or a count, and tossed it straight to Cook. The motion was clean and crisp, without a hint of hesitation.
Catching the stack of cash, Cook felt an unexpected sense of being trusted and couldn't help but ask.
"You're giving me this much? Aren't you afraid I'll run off with it?"
A slightly menacing smile appeared on Nash's heavily tattooed face, and his eyes held a chilling ruthlessness.
"Why would I be? No one cheats the Assabasca people out of their money. I've already memorized your scent. Even if you fled to Hell, I'd drag you back and tear you to pieces."
Cook shivered involuntarily and lifted his arm to sniff it.
'Are you a dog?'
'You can find me just by my smell?'
But he only dared to think this, not say it. He waved the list in his hand.
