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You f*****g moron,” Rickey said.
“Rickey—”
“You dumb motherfucking moron. I thought you knew how to run a restaurant. I thought I could leave you in charge and trust you to let me know if anything went wrong. Instead I come back to find out there’s been death threats on my customers, my employees, God knows who else, a f*****g cross burned in our parking lot, and you didn’t even call me. You dumb s**t!”
Tanker slammed his knife down on the cutting board where he’d been chiffonading mint. “Look, I know you’re pissed off and maybe you got a right to be, but I’ve heard about enough of that crap. I was in charge. A problem came up. I talked to Lenny and I took his advice.”
“This isn’t Lenny’s restaurant.”
“Well, excuse me if I’m wrong, but I kinda thought he was still paying a lot of t
