Chapter 13
Tarot
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I HEADED TO the clubhouse to wait for the others. Although I was still furious at the thought of being accused of something like this, my instincts told me it was what the people framing me wanted.
When I arrived, Devon wasn’t in the tattoo parlor, but two of her employees were inking up customers. They stared at me as I walked by, but didn’t say anything.
I stepped out of the parlor and into our clubhouse lounge, closing the door behind me. It wasn’t a huge area, but the room accommodated us well for what we needed. It held a few small pub tables, a bar, a refrigerator, and an old jukebox that sometimes needed to be kick-started. There was also an old pool table, a dartboard, and an air-hockey game that was on its last leg.
I grabbed a beer from the fridge
