I'll give you this dagger if you can teach me that
trick."
Cade eyed the dagger. It had a wire-wrapped black handle, a fancy brass
crossguard, and a stainless, stiletto-style, double-edged blade about seven
inches long.
"Way too fancy," said Cade. "People would think I was from the French
Quarter or something. How about those, instead?"
He pointed to a set of three small stamped-out stainless throwing knives.
Each knife was about five inches long and they came with a sheath that held all
three at once.
She shrugged at his much less expensive choice and said, "Uh... Sure. Okay."
A few minutes later Cade left the booth with his knives as the woman
practiced the move on her boyfriend's left arm. He yelped satisfactorily and she
grinningly waved at Cade.
"I think I've got it!" she said.
Cade waved back as Mandi sidled up to him and took his left arm in hers, a
gesture that made him look at her with a raised eyebrow as he tucked the knives
into his back pocket.
"The dealer's room closes in ten minutes," she said. "That leaves two hours
until showtime. Is there anything on the schedule that you particularly care
about?"
"Nope.
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