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“You owe me!” Bradley called out, the obvious victor in whatever bet they’d placed

“I don’t owe you The last time I checked, you were in the arrears and down by fifty”

“Wanna go double or nothin’?” Bradley grinned “I’ lucky today”

“Soh Roller,” Markie sang in his Southern twang

Allister dragged his hand down his face He was always the bearer of bad news So him “the undertaker”

Draegan turned his attention to his brothers Harley and Allister “Been a long time since the two of you have been spotted in the same place”

“Tell me about it,” Allister said Harley and Allister typically worked opposite shifts “I would’ve already been in bed but a call came in for Bradley”

Markie rushed Bradley and took his reins “It’s about your sister I tried to find out more but you kno Allister is If bad news is around, he wants to be the one to stamp it as delivered”

Harley grunted “Really, Markie?”

“He needs to get laid,” Draegan said, turning to Allister “What’s up?”

Allister closed the distance between himself and Bradley “A call came in about Heather”

“What about her?” Bradley seely braced for the worst “Is she alive?”

“As far as I know” Allister reached in his shirt pocket and handed over the notes from his earlier conversation “When’s the last time you spoke to her?”

“Two or threethe sheet of paper “What is this?”

Several boards creaked above the next to the rail, Curt Caldwell looked like he’d seen a ghost A hugethen, and Allister wasn’t easily spooked