“You sound as if you’ve known her for a while.” Rory took the drink off the bar again, drawing a sip.
“I’ve been here fifty years, long before Jane came to this place. I watched her build her home base, spread her web and take over control of the station. I did nothing to stop her. Ten years ago, she was a young woman, just starting out, without the support of her network. If I’d wanted to take her out then, it would have been easy.”
“How does she know about you?” Rory passed the glass to Libs, and he took it without a second thought.
“Rumours. Everyone knows what I am. They know where I hunt and how to avoid me. Jane heard of me, and found me, right in this very Saloon. She told me she knew how to kill me. Can you believe that I laughed at her, to begin with?” He took a sip of whiskey and returned the glass to Rory, then rested his chin in his palm, propping it up on one knee.
“I take it she wasn’t impressed.”