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Shea phoned Labrys shortly after hanging up with Bonefish. The call went straight to voicemail. “Deb, meet us behind the gallery at six. Bring your gun.”
For two hours, Shea waited nervously for an update on Jess’s condition. But she was still in surgery when Shea and the other Athenas headed to the mine. There had been no call back from Labrys, either.
At five o’clock, they arrived at the mine. The rain and sleet had slacked off to a light misty drizzle. After a brief strategy discussion, they unloaded the van and stashed the tote bins full of drugs under the sluice box of the mine’s old wash plant where the ground was dry. Returning the drugs wasn’t even a consideration.
“You mind if I ride shotgun with you?” asked Orphan as they prepared to ride to the gallery. Her face was pale,
