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“Good.”

“You’re still doing it.”

Trent turns his face toward the window.

I think he is hiding a smile.

Sean notices.

“Something funny?”

“No.”

“Holt?”

“Nothing.”

“Kane?”

“I’m writing.”

Arthur doesn’t bother hiding his smile.

I look at Sage.

She smiles too.

These men don’t treat Sean like a man they fear.

They respect him.

Trust him.

But they also know exactly how far they can push before he starts threatening them.

It is strangely comforting.

Kane taps the notebook.

“Tell me about Frank.”

“He was a truck driver. Frank Dalton.”

“Where did you meet him?”

“At a diner in Arkansas.”

“You approached him?”

“No. I was outside counting my money. He asked if I was hungry.”

“What did you tell him?”

“That I was fine.”

Arthur nods.

“She says that a lot.”