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"Years" Mavis sipped her tea calmly, as if the floor hadn’t just been ripped out fro with the devil? And how ht? My eyes slid to Ava, wondering what she ht decision in sticking with ht eyes watched uessed, but for ht" I cleared ht that maybe we could help each other" Mavis set her cup down

"And how’s that?" Ava asked But despite her bravado, she still hadn’t touched any of her food

"Well, I’ve been tracking down Marcus’s workers, but I need to talk to hi that doesn’t add up Marcus is smart and has contacts, but I don’t think he fell into this on his own There is someone else involved and I need to knoho it is I had hoped you et me in there" Mavis frowned "Of course, that was before he put out a contract on you"

"Puts a dahed

"Not really" I looked back at them "Does he know you’re on his scent, Mavis?"

"No" She sood at what I do, Owen"

"Then you’re our key inside" I looked at Ava "Eat up, sweetheart We’re about to get some answers"

OWEN WAS DISCUSSING plans quietly with Mavis as I stuffed my uards, talk about guns, and talk about scaling a wall I looked down at my now clean plate and frowned Maybe I shouldn’t have had that last piece of bacon

"Explosives?" Mavis asked calmly

"Too messy" Owen shook his head "We need to enter without conflict We don’t want the police involved"

"Too right, that Blundering bunch of fools" Mavis sniffed

"What am I supposed to do?" I wiped my hands on my napkin and looked at them calmly "Sit on my thumbs and count cars?"

"I could take her withat Owen