“Will you really?” From the warm look Jones gave him, Caulin had an inkling that maybe, just maybe, his shifts at work might get better than they were. “Are you going to lock up, or is there someone coming in after you?” Jones asked, glancing at the door. Right on cue, Murphy stepped in with his bodyguard, blinking at Jones. “Hey, Murphy.” Caulin waved. Then he waved awkwardly at Shaw, too—he never really knew how to behave around Murphy’s bodyguard, who sometimes chatted with them, but his attention was always on their surroundings. Shaw nodded at Caulin. The next instant, his eyes locked
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