About the book: 1985 / Dor Lassos rose to his feet, counted out a thousand banknotes from the pile of money, and handed the rest, along with checks and checkbooks, to Clay. Then he stepped forward and raised his hands, palms up, right next to Tiny's face. “My hands are clean,” he said. His fingers tensed. Suddenly, before our eyes, hard, shiny claws slipped out of the pads and trembled on the skin of Little One’s face. “Do you doubt the veracity of the hixabrod?” - a metallic voice rang out.