Hank’s POV
“Go fish.” Claud cussed at me and picked up a card from the pile, mumbling about having too many cards. He had found a stack in the Sheriff’s desk, helping us pass the time. I kept an ear on the surroundings of the building, having to keep quiet if a patrol got too close for comfort.
‘Do you think that your council will see through everything?” Claud asked after a minute, watching me intently as I put down half of my hand in matches. “‘Cause our plan sounds like jack-s**t if ya ask me.”
“There’s really no way of telling to be honest. Ya’ll will have to become paid actors if everything goes off without a hitch.” I shrugged a little. “Got any ace’s?” He handed me the card, watching me put down another pair. “I just hope that for June’s sake they can. You all don’t really deserv
