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Wendy’s eyes blazed as she glared at Shea. “Sorry I didn’t turn out to be the standup citizen you did. How many years d’you spend in prison? I forget. Was it six or seven?”
“Better an ex-con than a junkie who defends murderous assholes.”
“Believe what you want.” She pivoted and marched down the hall.
As much as she enjoyed telling her sister off, Shea knew it wasn’t helping the situation. “Wendy, wait.” Shea sighed. “I’m sorry.”
Wendy turned on her, anger radiating from her face. “I only came to tell you Hunter called. The club should have the money ready by this afternoon. He wants us there now.”
Lakota and the others squeezed past Wendy in the narrow hallway on their way to the office. Wild Hair bumped Wendy, knocking her purse to the floor with a thud. The contents rolled acros
