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“So there are four of you,” Poppy said to the man on the other side of the bar, Jasper Naughton, hence the name of the place ‘Naughtie’s.’
“We all went to school together, if you can believe it. Preston…” Naught said, pointing at the man in the day-worn suit pacing on the sidewalk outside the front of the building. They could only see his head as there wasn’t much glass on the frontage, but she’d been introduced to him before he ran out to take a phone call. “He went away to college, law school, did the whole book smart bit. He’s a highflier now.”
That had to be an achievement for him by the way his friend boasted… either that or his friend was just really proud.
“And Ritchie owns BJ’s?”
Rotating on her stool, Poppy watched Ritchie and Turner shooting pool. Apparently, there was a
