“Look, my father, bastard that he is, is really pushing me to find your father . . . bastard that he is. I could use your help.” “If he were here, you know I’d tell you. So would Charlie. But he hasn’t come near us since Charlie threw him in the street and he got run over by a truck. You know, after that funeral.” Zé glanced off, not sure he’d heard that story correctly. “All right, but if you do see him . . .” “Wait.” Max looked at the house. “I’m gonna check the house. Stay here.”
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