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“We didn’t need it then, sugar,” Markie explained, standing next to Allister

“How’d ya find me?”

Markie tapped his temple “Good memory”

The bartender observed but she didn’t make a move The kid shook his head at her and Allister slowly released hiether possible scenarios “We need to see the e”

“Why?” He was visiblysecond

Allister sort of felt sorry for the guy He couldn’t have been a day over twenty-two “Look, Markie said you were cool at the airport”

The fellow stood a little taller “Yeah, and?”

“Said you mentioned this place We need your help We need to talk to the owner”

“You want to talk to ood idea, man”

“Your father owns this place?”

“Yeah, but he’ll knock uys in an airport and you followed me here”

“He already knows” A buff guy in his early to mid fifties stepped out of the shadows He tapped the bar in passing “Thanks, Chelle”

The bartender smiled sweetly “Don’t mention it”

“What can I do for you boys?” He swung his gaze at his son and the young man’s friend “Get in the back Wait on me there”

Allister extended his arm “I’m Allister McCall This here is—”