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“A scar proves nothing,” Hagan asserted. “You know what kind of man he is. God knows how many wives he’s seduced away from their husbands and how many lowlifes he pisses off every day.”
“I’ve pissed off a bunch of lowlifes and husbands,” Ryske said. “ ‘Cept it doesn’t matter if the scar holds up. You’ve done me a solid and brought me a goddamn witness.”
In all the time they’d been in this room, Ryske hadn’t looked at her let alone spoken to her. Being a rookie, Harlow wasn’t sure when she was supposed to speak up, or if she should wait to be questioned. Ryske’s statement showed his faith that she would back up his story. Showed his faith in her. Which was amazing. Humbling. The last time they’d been alone they’d argued and effectively ended things.
His faith had endured even though
