Chapter 7
Tarot
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DEVON’S HOME WAS in Maplewood. I’d only been to her house once, when she’d thrown Brass a birthday party, and almost forgot how to get there. When I found her street, I parked a block away and snuck over, hoping to catch the little bastards. It was still fairly early, just nine o’clock, but her neighborhood was quiet. Unfortunately, I didn’t find anyone lurking around, so I went to the front door and knocked.
Devon looked through the curtains and then opened the door. She was holding a revolver.
“Hi, Dom. Thanks for coming over,” she said, looking relieved to see me.
“No problem.” I smiled. “If not for the g*n, I’d have thought I’d reached the wrong house.”
I’d never seen her looking so girl-next-door-ish. Her long, black hair was up in a messy bun and her f
