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Bryson cleared his throat “Anyway, there’s a school bus blocking the back alley We can’t have that in case of a fire or ency”

“A what?” He must have misunderstood

“Schooooool buuuuuus,” Bryson dragged out “Guess you rode on one of the short ones”

Dodge dipped his chin and stared at the pig “You sayin’ I’m slow?”

“I’ you’re not too quick”

“Asshole”

Marc Bryson grinned and shrugged “How did those s taste?”

“Mark,” Leah scolded and whacked her hubby in the arm

“After you licked thee told him

“Anyway, it has to be er on the bar in emphasis

“The sooner the better, Dodge,” Leah added with her signature smile Warm and friendly unless you crossed her, then that taser could be drawn quicker than shit She’d only sain once you were flat on your back on the pave not to shit your pants

“Gotcha, Leah”

Bryson e called his wife by her first na back in about fifteen Make sure it’s gone”

Dodge didn’t respond but watched both pigs leave Luckily for theht since it was a typical slow huht to sit watch on Hillbilly Hill to keep an eye on what the Shirleys were up to

The ansas easy No fucking good

“Gonna run out back and see what the fuck’s goin’ on,” he called out to Micah, his newest bartender He was a bit young but worked his ass off “Keep an eye on shit”

Micah gave hilasses with a dish towel

Dodge patted his cut to hter, then headed toward the rear of Pete’s He accompanied every damn step in that direction with a muttered curse since his fear was confirht was trouble

Once he shoved open the rear door, the stinky-ass diesel s the alley filled his nostrils

Fuckin’ son of a bitch

The bus was painted in black pri the side The ere all spray-painted black He guessed for privacy

He’d seen a couple of converted school buses before, but this one… If the inside looked anything like the outside… He grimaced