Chapter 348

Kyle was behind the bar, slicing limes on a cutting board.

"May the flop be with you," I said.

"Flop?" Leo was right behind me, with Ro and Drio on her heels.

"It's a Texas Hold'em thing. Mom and Dad used to play it all the time when I was younger and Mom played it with her colleagues at conferences. Right?"

"Right," he confirmed.

"Was that the message?" Rohan asked.

"No." Kyle swept the limes into a small bowl. "'The End Zone.'"

"Like a hockey reference?" I said.

"Or football?" Rohan said.

"A place, maybe?" Leo pulled out her phone. "Damn. There're tons of them. All sports bars."

"Does it mean anything to you?" I said.