Before I can contemplate it further, there’s a commotion at the door. “What now?” Shelby asks with wide eyes. I’m taller, so I can see over the group crowding the front door. Priest. Son of a bitch. So much for leaving and going to our hotel anytime soon. Blink and Niner follow him inside. Don’t see Valentina anywhere. The national president, vice president, and SAA showing up with no old ladies makes it clear this isn’t a friendly social call. Not a good sign for Deadbranch. Then again, Priest’s a lot closer to Deadbranch than New York, so maybe he visits solo often.
