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I arrived at Road Hog a little after one to find Mac and Bob wandering the parking lot.
“Nice shiners,” I called.
They both looked over with their purple eyes. I don’t remember them throwing punches at each other last night, but with all the rolling and flaying, I guess some bruises were bound to happen. At least they’re friends again.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“We’re looking for clues,” Mac said.
“Clues?”
“Someone destroyed our signs and we’re going to figure out who,” Bob said.
“I’m sure it was just some kid looking for amusement,” I said.
“I might have thought so too,” Bob said. “But we found tire tracks.”
“Okay, so a teenager with a driver’s license was out for a good time.”
Mac shook his head. “Nah. There’s something fishy about this. I think it’s a rival bar.”
“If
