Fifty Grand by Adrian McKinty

Opening lines:

The frozen lake and the black vacuum sky and the dead man pleading for the return of his remaining days.

“There must be some kind of mistake.”

No.

“You’ve got the wrong guy.”

No.

“You’re gonna pay for this.”

Viejo Companero, I’ve paid in advance. And before he can come up with anymore material I unroll a line of duct tape, cut it, and place it over his mouth.

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