“They’re twins, man,” Justice said, the smile evident in his voice. “Fuck me.” The Viking shoved a hand through his hair. “I worry about your friend’s vision,” I said to Justice, pointing at the mug shot of Tina. Tina had gone bleach blonde at some point in the past decade-plus, making our otherwise subtle differences even more obvious. “I left my contacts at home,” he said. “Next to your manners?” I quipped. The caffeine was hitting my bloodstream, making me unusually feisty. He didn’t respond with anything other than a heated glare. I sighed. “Get out of my way, Leif Erikson.” “The name is
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