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ade had no idea what exactly he was supposed to say to Cap. The entire situation was nothing less than awkward. Should he come right out and tell him that Maggie found a g*n in Tess’s purse? Or should he just see if he could find out a little more about the woman? Or—the third option—turn around and drink a few beers at Red’s and forget about the whole damn thing?
He strummed his thumbs atop the steering wheel and thought deep and hard. He knew the third option was out because Maggie wouldn’t rest until she got an answer—some kind of satisfaction.
Why did she have to be so damned difficult? It seemed like she made everything more difficult than it had to be. Life sure would be easier without his wife around. No one nagging him. No one bossing him around. No one checking on his every m
