Aslan buckled forward, but instinct kicked in and his hands grasped the rail.

Damn. Almost.

“Death smells worse,” Aslan deadpanned. “Wouldn’t recommend it.”

He’d bribed this one before. He knew that much. He was pretty sure he’d picked up food and made up ‘work’ to do that involved staying right where he was, too, just because the fellow looked so hard up.

Wait. It was either that, or he was the pervert and that was a way to keep him busy.