Chapters (69)
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Chapter Forty-Five
- Chapter Forty-Six
- Chapter Forty-Seven
- Chapter Forty-Eight
- Chapter Forty-Nine
- Chapter Fifty
- Chapter Fifty-One
- Chapter Fifty-Two
- Chapter Fifty-Three
- Chapter Fifty-Four
- Chapter Fifty-Five
- Chapter Fifty-Six
- Chapter Fifty-Seven
- Chapter Fifty-Eight
- Chapter Fifty-Nine
- Chapter Sixty
- Chapter Sixty-One
- Epilogue
- Another Epilogue
- Acknowledgements
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He nodded to me. “I clocked you watching me the other night. Knew you were smart. The others,” he waved a hand in the air, “they listen to you. All of them. You can tell, if you really watch. Bren, she relies on you. She smiles quicker, breathes easier when you’re near her. The others, they do the same. They’re a bit more guarded, then you come back and they all just relax. And you’re the leader. Noticed that, too, from the other night. Could tell because they all had to see you if they were wondering something. Joking. Telling stories. They don’t look at you in those moments, but the second another person or situation or a call came through and they were unsure, all of them checked in with you. A look. A question. Or a hand motion, like a wave or something. I was military, was in a special unit. I learned to read people in little motions that no one else even detects. I can learn a lot that way. I learned a lot that night you were in my place.”
“Yeah.” Fine. He wanted me to know he knew me. I’d show him me. “Me too. I looked up the records. You are the sole owner of both businesses, the bowling alley and the bounty hunting business, but you let the old couple be the beard. You do that for them? Is it a matter of pride, or you enjoy the cover? Other things I learned by watching you, you’re smart. Case in point, this entire conversation, but you’re a workaholic, hence why you were there that late at night still doing work. That paperwork wasn’t for the bowling alley. You were relaxed in the bowling alley. You enjoyed being in there, but you got tense when you walked into the other offices. That’s the work you were doing, since you got tense as soon as you picked up your pen. And if you were doing that paperwork alone, that means you sent the rest home. So you treat them good.”
A smile flared for a second. “You got that because I was doing paperwork alone?”
“That and Trundle offered to sneak us booze, but we couldn’t tell you. I watched him. He wasn’t really worried that you’d notice or even care. He poured Jordan a beer a couple times in front of you, and you didn’t blink an eye. That means you trust him.”
His smile fell. “That kid did that?”
I nodded.