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Though, “kid” wasn’t exactly the right word for Jase. He was a grown man who reminded me a lot of big fucks like Perish. He was tall and wide and the kind of jacked that came from a lot of time spent at the gym. Which made sense, since if I had my family tree right, Jase’s old man was Shane Mallick. And he owned the local gym.

“This is Cain and Spike.”

“Prospects?” Jase asked.

“Patched,” I clarified. “We left the kids back at the club.”

“Alright. Well, I hear that we have someone fucking around under my nose.”

“That’s the information we got from Cian, yeah.”

“You bring your tire iron?” Croft asked.

“Got a personal situation that makes me wanna go bare fist to dumb-ass face, so I’m set. What’s the plan?”

“I need to question him about a personal situation too. Then he’s all yours.”

“Sounds good to me,” Jase said, stepping back and waving toward the door.

With that, we made our way across the street toward the storefront I’d seen Perry walk out of.

That day felt a million years ago now.

So much had changed.

And the woman he’d beaten down little by little through the years, she was free of him. And she was choosing me.

I wanted her to be alive to continue to keep doing that. So it was time to handle this shit.

The tint was too heavy on the building to see inside, but when I reached for the door, I found it unlocked.

The damn thing even jingled when I pulled it open and moved inside.

The front room was tiny—just a row of four cheap metal folding chairs against the windows, scuffed old linoleum floors, and a half wall with scuffed acrylic with just a small round hole and a lower rectangular opening.

I didn’t know much about this part of town, but I would put my money on it being an old check-cashing place.

“Gentlemen!” a man said, walking up to the window. He was middle-aged with a bit of a bulldog’s frame. Kind of a bulldog face too—with some deep, premature wrinkles and brown eyes. “What can I—”