“Kenny Byers is meeting us on Tuesday evening. He’s given us an address in Sandland.” “Send me that address,” I said, my body snapping to attention as I sat upright. “You don’t need to come. We can do the rest ourselves.” I couldn’t believe she’d pull the independent bullshit on me, and I shook my head. “No fucking way. I have history with that man too. I need to be there. I won’t take the kill away from you, but I want to see it.” The way she sighed told me she wasn’t happy, but this wasn’t up for negotiation. “We’ll all be there,” I added. “You can try and stop us but it’s happening.”
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