He didn't flinch, but he schooled his face into one of nonchalance. "Oh, I don't."
I didn't believe a word of it. He knew Spencer. And on a first name basis. Although, now that I thought about it, did Spencer even have a last name? Wait. Was Spencer his last name? I'd have to research it later.
Regardless, I was onto Tony B. He said "the guys," like they were all best friends who hung out at the local pizza place-Buddy's-after work.
He just checked all the suspicious boxes.
"Do you have a piece of paper?" I asked, not risking a check of the glove box I'd worked so hard to close.
"No."
I glanced around the truck, trying to miss any more random guns he'd hidden in the space. In the pocket attached to his driver's side door, he'd shoved a bunch of what looked like old receipts.
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