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“It’s eight, fucker.” I wave over the

barman.

“A scotch.” Willis orders and takes a

seat. “So, how’d it go with the cap?”

I turn toward him on my barstool.

“Better than I expected. I’m still on the

case.”

“That is the best news I’ve heard all

day.” He grins. “I was not looking

forward to being partnered with Murphy