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“Jule has a whole ass apartment. Go there.”

“That reminds me.” Jule dragged his gaze away from Tor’s smiling face and over to the rest of the room. “What’s the story with the Vuongs next door?”

“What story?” Travis asked.

“I saw a sign on the lawn when I parked at the curb in front of the house.”

“Oh, right.” Travis nodded. “Mrs. Vuong moved to Gilbert to be closer to Mai and help out with her grandkids. She’s selling the house.”

He turned back toward Tor and raised his eyebrows.

Without skipping a beat, Tor said, “Let’s do it.”

“Yeah?” Jule confirmed.

He dipped his chin.

“Do what?” Tyson asked. “What’d I miss?”

“We’re going to buy Vuong’s house,” Jule said.

“It’s a shithole,” Travis pointed out.

“It’s not that bad,” Jule insisted.

“I can fix it up,” Tor said at the same time.

“And you can’t beat the location,” they both said in unison.

“Christ, I forgot how creepy it is when they do that.” Trey shook his head.

“Better get used it again,” Tyson said. “Baby brothers are finally back home to stay.”

***

“Get fucked, asshole, do you follow Jesus this closely!” Jule shouted into his rearview mirror.

“With as ragey as you get when you’re driving, it’s a good thing you don’t carry,” Tor said.

“That’s why I don’t carry.” He glared at the mirror again. “Seriously, fuck you!”

“Would pointing out that they can’t hear you help or just piss you off more?”

“They might not be able to hear me, but they’d feel me if I stopped short at this light.”

“Byfeel you, you mean rearend your car? The car we’re currently in?”

“Exactly.”

“That’s a very well-thought out and not at all emotionally driven plan that you definitely won’t regret within five minutes of implementation.”

“Are you trying to provoke violence?”

“That depends,” Tor said. “What are you thinking about right now?”

Jule glared at him. “Killing you.”

“Great.”