Ramon watches him for a moment, then shifts gingerly backwards ont he bed, propping himself against the end with a couple of pillows. Then he flicks the lamp on and lights a cigarette, drawing deeply on it before saying,

'He's got seven left. Or did, when I spoke to him. Maybe six now, as he didn't mention Andres.'

Pause.

'And I spoke to Ruin, back when this was all starting. I tried to get him to take back the nights Gorlim paid for us, because we can look after ourselves. But he wouldn't have it.'