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It was obvious Penzance was surprised when they drove around the corner, down the block and into the alley behind Floyd’s.
He groaned. “Oh, man. This is so not what I meant.”
“Oh, hush. Just lay down, no one will see you,” Harlow said and opened a hand to Noon. “I need your key.”
Seeing Floyd’s dead at this time of night was an unsettling experience. Although it was late, there should still be stragglers leaving, or people who’d stayed for an after-hours drink. At the very least, Dover and Lowan should still be around, cleaning up.
But when she opened the side alley door, there wasn’t a peep from the bar. No conversation, no music, no lights. Sad as it was, Harlow wasn’t there for a drink; she was there for another reason.
Slipping off her shoes, she ensured her sedative packets w
