Page 132 of Secret Weapon

“You have an invitation.”He broke into a rare grin.“Dress code is semi-formal.”

“Does that mean I should take my gold-plated revolvers?”

“Beats me.Ask Bradley.”

Shit, did I have to?

“What did they say?”

“That they’re having a get-together on Saturday evening, and they’re looking forward to meeting their new neighbours.”

“I bet they are.”

But in just two short days, their grand plan would backfire.We’d make sure of that.

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