Chapter 4Sid drummed his fingers against his thigh as he waited for the water to boil. “What the f**k do we do?”
“About?” Jeb hid a yawn behind his hand.
“About the Death Squad being all around us.” Sid kept up his drumming.
“Don’t you think you’re overreacting? How many agents are there?”
“I don’t know.” How would he know? He didn’t know s**t about the Death Squad.
“No one does.” Jeb sighed. “What I meant was I’m sure we see agents all the time, they too have to eat, drink, shop, and do all the things we do. The one who came in for a drink could have been there for a drink. Nothing more. It doesn’t mean they’re targeting us. I don’t think the Death Squad is all that interested in moonshine.”
“True, but the man, the old guy who came here, he knows the man in the bar.”
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