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“Anything?” Richard asked when he returned to the office carrying Mick’s burger, with Shorty right behind him.
“Nope. I guess I hire good employees because the last time I let someone go was six months ago. Trenton fired a waitress about three months ago, and a bartender last month, but I don’t see them holding me responsible.”
“Yeah, that would be a reach.” Richard sat while Mick ate. “I was thinking. The club closes at two, and it takes a while for cleanup and everything. So the earliest you would have seen the man handing off the box would have been two-thirty. That doesn’t give much time for them to get you across town to the alley before Shorty found you.”
“He said it was after three in the morning, so if they worked fast…”