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Mitzy clicked her tongue and threw a wink at me. “Tick tock.”

“I don’t want to drag Imogen into this, Mitzy,” I thundered.

She tipped her head to the side. “I understand why you don’t want to, but I think you need to really think about the reasons why you need to. Your life is on the line here, Mace. I don’t know what kind of relationship you had with Imogen before, but I have to assume you two were more than just strangers.” She smiled sadly. “If she’s even half a decent person, she wouldn’t want you to go to prison for helping her all those years ago.”

Fucking hell.

Mitzy slipped down the hallway, leaving me with the past bearing down on me.

I should have known the ol’ ladies would stick their noses where they didn’t belong, but I wouldn’t have thought Barracuda would have sided with them.

Shit.

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Chapter Four

Imogen

“Riddle me this,” Dorothy drawled. “Do you think we could manage to order from Brew’sandJackson Eatery and sync them to deliver at the same time?”

I looked up from my computer and tucked my hair behind my ear. “Can’t you just pick one place?”

Dorothy flopped down in her chair and spun around in a circle. “No, because I want loaded fries from Brew’s, and Jackson’s special today is the open-faced turkey sandwich.”

My mouth watered instantly. “Seriously?”

Dorothy nodded. “Totally. Now help me figure out how to get them here at the same time?”

“Just tell them you want it here in half an hour.”

“You and I both know that even if I tell Jackson’s half an hour, it could be an hour or five minutes.”

I rolled my eyes. “It’s not that bad.”

“Yes, it is. Maybe I should have Brew’s delivered, and while I’m waiting for that, I can run to Jackson’s to get my open-faced turkey.”

“Two open-faced turkeys,” I interrupted.

“Maybe, but you’re not helping me to figure this out.” Dorothy tapped her finger to her chin and sighed.

Only Dorothy would stress over getting food delivered. “Go with your plan. Order Brew’s and pickup from Jackson’s. It’s early enough that they shouldn’t be slammed with orders yet.”

“Do you think I should ask Merv and Bruce if they want anything?”

I shook my head. “I don’t think they are around today. Merv mentioned he and Bruce were heading to the shed over at the cemetery to organize it since we don’t have any upcoming services right now.”

Dorothy kicked back in her chair and held her arms out. “I love when we are dead.”

“Stop,” I laughed. “You’re not funny when you make those jokes.”

“I’m going to order Brew’s, and then I’m headed over to Jackson’s.”

I looked back at my computer. “Okay. Sounds like a good plan.” Only Dorothy and I would be so concerned about timing deliveries for food.

I wasn’t pleasantly thick by accident. I loved to eat, and I wasn’t afraid to admit it.

Ten minutes later, Dorothy was out the door, and I opened up the schedule for the next couple of weeks.

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