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Jake
At least they’d been given a quiet booth in a corner at Murphy’s Pub. That way, he didn’t have to worry about anyone listening to their conversation.
And he needed a drink.
Once their waitress had set a Guinness in front of him and a glass of hard cider in front of Addie, Jake pulled out the pieces of paper she’d given him and set them down on the table, smoothing the creases from being folded up in his pocket.
Those printouts seemed innocuous enough — just a few lines on each sheet of paper with addresses, phone numbers, email addresses.
But he knew this whole thing could go sideways if they didn’t tread carefully. Jeremy didn’t seem to have dug up anything about the Freeman clan that appeared to prove they were as evil as the Walkers of South Dakota, but that didn’t mean muc
