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Requin would go in himself and force water down the man's throat each day.

No one had the courage to touch her, except Requin.

There were a few things Requin would be better off not knowing until the chance finally came to spring the game on him.

And that he did, bringing the chair down hard on Requin's floor.

Apparently, Requin doesn't mind letting some of the facts get out.

'I've got people working on that issue myself,' said Requin.

He was tipped up and left standing in Requin's vault to die.

Requin returned, with obvious reluctance, to the chair behind his desk.

They met the next day, at Requin's invitation, in what could only be described as the wreckage of his office.

I shall hold fast with a small wager for now,' said Requin.

And it appears that Requin really thinks of me as his.'

Locke selected one from against the wall and set it before Requin's desk.

I hope our visit to Requin goes more smoothly than this.'

I have to go and see Requin tonight.

Locke padded up the stairs and emerged into Requin's office.

There's plenty of likely subjects for small-time games, but if we want a big game, Requin's the best one to hit.

Requin pointed in the direction of the climbing closet.

'Some lurked in wait for us at the docks after we visited Requin.

He slid across the floor on his backside and slammed into Requin's desk.

She gave him a firm push with her artificial hand, against the door that opened out into the lamplit heart of Requin's office.

Or that we're going to be out risking gods know what at sea, with our plans for Requin postponed.

'Oh, Requin will certainly speak to you - very privately.'

'Most of the people who pulled you two off the street are in one of Requin's gangs.

Then the climbing closet creaked to a halt, and opened to the light of Requin's office.

He grinned at Requin and raised his eyebrows.