Beside him, Adam ducked his head to gaze up at the yellow-tinted sign above their heads. Maria’s flashed down at them, setting the cab of the truck aglow. Adam drummed his fingers on the dashboard. “I gotta say, D, this is the last place I thought we’d end up when you called.” Dalton frowned at a pair of roughnecks in cowboy hats shuffling to their trucks. One tossed a beer bottle against the brick wall, shattering it. “Haven’t been here in a while. Still looks as rowdy as ever. I just wanted someone to watch my back while I’m in there. Obviously, I couldn’t ask Jonah.” Adam leaned back in the seat. “Nah. This place isn’t as bad as you remember. Sullivan and his boys keep it pretty clean.” Dalton nodded. “I thought they might still hang out here. That’s who we’re here to see.” Adam scowled. “Uh, D, Sullivan’s top notch and all, but do you really need a sniper to solve your problems?
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