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Maybe I should call him instead?—
“Miss?”
The remaining customers wave me over.
“Can we get another round?”
I glance at the clock.
“We're actually closing.”
“Aww, come on.”
“One more?”
They look harmless enough.
Just a couple guys finishing up after work.
I sigh.
“One.”
They grin.
“Thanks.”
I pour the beers, still wondering why my brand-new phone isn't cooperating.
Maybe Micah will know. He seems to know everything.
The thought makes me smile.
The front door opens behind me. Without looking up, I call over my shoulder.
“Sorry, we're closed.”
Silence.
Something about it prickles the back of my neck.
I turn.
My smile disappears.
Scarface.
He's back.
And this time, he isn't with just a handful of men.
He’s got more.
One.
Two.
Five.
