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“Robbery?” I asked, unable to sayfroht arrow, so I assumed it had to be a robbery

Knox shook his head “I don’t think so It doesn’t nized a few of thes orked for Jimmy Benton”

My eyebrows shot up “The bookie?” My head auto off ue “No way I’ve never met anyone more straitlaced than Sam”

“I agree But I also trustto look into it”

An offer of help was on the tip of ue ere joined by Drew Lennox, the co-owner of the arena, and he cut me off before I could speak “We’ll take care of it, Saint Focus on the fight”

I wanted to argue, but he was right Especially now that I was going to be up against an unknown opponent “Who’s the replacement?”

“Vince Butler”

“What the fuck?” I shouted, nored them as I fumed, “How the fuck did that scrawnyin the finals?” This was Vince’s first year in the UFC, and nobody had expected hihter, but the little asshole fought dirty Though we couldn’t prove anything, we all suspected that he’d cheated his way to the top I’d been happy to see hiht But with Sah to be the wild card

Dre out an agitated breath and stuck his hands in his pockets “I don’t usually put any stock in rumors, but the word is that Vince is in deep with the seedier side of town In this instance, I’m inclined to believe it”

Knox glared at the Octagon as though the fucker was already in there “Watch your back, Saint If the talk is true, he’s probably desperate, and that can erous”