Thirty-Three
“f**k it, Del Rey, you know you can count on us.” Ralphie Reed spoke up from one of the stools, on which he swiveled back and forth like a kid. He was the ladykiller of the bunch, and Tristan had once come to blows with him when he’d ghosted Stacy, one of his deckhands. “We’re just giving you a hard time, bruh. Where do you need us? What’s your plan?”
Before answering, Tristan scanned the rest of the faces. “Does Ralphie speak for everyone?”
“Until you start speaking for us, I guess we’re stuck with him,” Pedro joked.
Even Ralphie laughed good-naturedly at that.
“Let me start by saying this guy, Seb Antonov, might be dangerous. He, or someone he hired, followed us across the bay to Lost Souls Wilderness in September. He fired a sniper rifle at the Desperado. He also blew
