Sundance
“Beer?” I asked as Hatch and I entered the war room.
“Sounds good,” Hatch replied, and I pulled two bottles from the mini fridge within the small bar set up at the opposite end of the room, handing him one. “Cheers,” I replied, raising mine.
“Quite a place you’ve got here,” Hatch said.
“Thanks. Morgan’s dad built it from the ground up, so I can’t take any of the credit.”
“You helped a s**t ton if I remember correctly, so you can take some.”
“Thanks, brother.” I smiled, sitting at the head of the table. “I appreciate you meeting me before church. Just because I’ve dealt with Snowcone doesn’t necessarily mean I don’t still have a mole problem. I need intel from a trusted source without any extra ears around.”
“You suspect there’s someone else within your ranks you need to wor
