Jason rose from the bench, gathered his helmet under his arm, and collected his gloves. “Just one last thing, Anton. You pride yourself on your sense of honor, however twisted others might see it.”
Darque nodded. “You happen to have something of a reputation for honesty, yourself,” he said.
“Just as long as we understand each other. If I ever find out you played any part in what Bauer did to Leah, I will kill you.”
“Miss Capwell's ordeal was none of my doing, Jason. I give you my word. Up until you blew a hole through his chest he was a work in progress. Until then, all he had been to me was an information conduit into Nova Research. His dealings with her were entirely between the three of you.”
Nodding, Jason turned his back to Darque and began pulling on a glove as he headed out the door.
“A work in progress,” Anton said quietly with a small smile. “Oh, miss, you may take this now,” he said indicating the fanned out bills on the table. “I will be taking my leave now.” Darque arose, waved his hand, took two steps into the middle of the bar and simply disappeared from the server's sight.