Chapter 63
Devon
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DEVON WAS JUST finishing up a tattoo when the front door opened and Phoenix’s old man stepped inside. The one who’d raised him from an infant, but wasn’t his biological father.
“Hey, Gary,” she called out. “You here for another tattoo?”
She’d inked him a few times over the last couple of years. A skull. A snake. A two-headed dragon.
“No,” he said, looking uncomfortable. He held out an envelope. “I just came in to deliver this to you.”
Devon gave him a curious look. She stood up and walked over to Gary. “What’s this for?”
“Just read it,” he answered, his forehead glistening with sweat.
“Uh, okay,” she said, wondering what it was all about.
“I’ve gotta go,” he replied, backing away toward the doorway.
“Okay.”
He turned around and left quickly.
