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Showering at Floyd’s without Ryske felt odd. Harlow had no choice but to get over it when she figured out the water was cold. After that lesson, her goal became to get the task done fast. His soap was still there and his toothbrush too, so she could at least go through something that resembled a routine.
When Harlow had lived there, the guys hadn’t let her go into the basement. Once she was dressed, it was her first port of call.
The basement casino was interesting and not nearly as nefarious as she’d imagined it would be. The rectangular space was about half the size of the footprint above. There were waist high tables around the perimeter of the room and fixed tables dotted around the center. On the opposite wall was a makeshift, but stocked, bar. Again, it wasn’t as large as the ba
