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“I am not sure. They already have some quantity of the flowers, yes?” Myrna glanced over to Neil for confirmation.

“Yup.” Neil gestured to the computer. “And as soon as I get that piece of shit working, I can tell you who bought them and how much. Might give us a name or at least something to start looking for them.”

I WILL REMEMBER

EVENTUALLY

Day meowed something, and it sounded encouraging.

THANK YOU DAY

YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE WHO EVER BELIEVES IN ME

“Call me immediately,” Mr. Heiss said quietly. “Until then, my men are still searching on their own.”

“Mine as well.” Lou crossed his arms. “You could have told me you needed help. And you fucking should have. Especially with shit going on in my territory—”

“And the dead were demons and therefore my charges,” Mr. Heiss bit back.

“Right,” Lou spat. “Like the demon who tricked your human and forced you to reveal yourself in front of hundreds of people? Still in charge of him?”

“At least I didn’t have another drug operation happening in my own backyard without my knowledge. Again. How many are you up to now? Is this two? Or three?”

“You fucking bastard—” Lou started toward Mr. Heiss.

“Come on.” Mr. Heiss seethed. “Please try it.”

“Wow, you two should really just fuck it out already,” Indy piped up, hoping to dissuade the tension.

Lou and Mr. Heiss stared at him as if he’d handed them each a live frog.

Neil snickered.

“Oh dear.” Myrna clasped her hands over her mouth to stifle a giggle.

“How ’bout y’all sort this dick measurin’ thing later?” Seymour suggested. “Neil’s gotta get to work figurin’ out who got them flowers, and everybody else is out there huntin’. It don’t seem like there’s much else to be done right now, yeah?”

Mr. Heiss bristled but said nothing.

“He’s correct,” Lou said, visibly calmer but still on edge. “The best thing we can do now is regroup until we have more information.” He scoffed. “And, of course, wait for the fallout from Mr. Heiss’s shitshow to blow over.”

“Great. Love this. Speaking of blowing…” Indy stepped back over to take Mr Heiss’s arm. “I am gonna take this gorgeous asshole away from here, so everybody can relax, cool off, and I can—”

“Fine,” Mr. Heiss grumbled.

“—blow him. Of course.”

EW

EW EW EW

WHY

WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO DO THAT

“Let’s be real. You do not want me to answer that because it’s just gonna gross you out even more.” Indy winked.

NOT SANITARY