Page 107 of Cross & Crown

both sat and bent their heads toward it.

Ty asked JD to repeat a few sentences for him, ending

with “The Boston Red Sox suck pavement, and the designated

hitter was a sham.”

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JD was laughing as he said it, and he looked at Nick

apologetically when he finished.

“Okay,” Ty said, sounding pleased with himself. “I think I

got what I needed.”

Nick picked up the phone and switched the speaker off.

He glanced at JD. “I’ve got a few more things to talk over

with him.”

JD nodded, getting up to head back down without saying

a word.

Nick watched until his head disappeared below, then put

the phone to his ear. “So?”

“That’s Tidewater.”

“What?”

“His accent. It’s Tidewater.”

“That’s Virginia, right?”

“Yeah, near the coast. Maybe as far west as Richmond, but

not by much.”

“That’s a pretty narrow field to put it down to. Thanks,

babe, that’s solid.”

Ty hummed into the phone. “This getting us closer to

even?”

“Don’t start with this shit, Ty, not right now,” Nick

grunted.

“If not now, then when?”

“I got to go,” Nick said. He pulled the phone away, but

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