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“Next time you don’t see hiot some bidness to discuss About his employer And a murder”

The bartender raised an eyebrow, but said nothing He glanced at a hallway leading to the back of the bar

“We’ll be in the booth over there” Little D cocked a thurabbed a bowl of pretzels before walking to the booth Soon as we sat down, the bartender vanished

Little D nibbled a pretzel “Shit, these mothers are stale” He threw it back in the bowl

“Thanks,” I said “That’s the last tirinned

The bartender reappeared, followed by anotherShort and well-built, his jeans ht T-shirt showed off bulging pecs The bartender returned to his job and the muscle man continued in our direction My stomach clenched

“Whatchoo want?” he barked at Little D

“Narsh, isn’t it?”

“Why the mutherfuck I be talkin’ to you if I wasn’t?”

Little D replied in an even tone “We have some questions for you about Rodney Fisher”

“What this got to do wit’ murder?”

“I don’t know yet”

“Well, if you don’t know, I sure the fuck don’t either”

The rap song stopped abruptly A sappy ballad took its place Narsh started to turn away Little D said, “Then let’s talk about so else”

“What?”