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Trigger found me.

“You’re working the bar.”

“I don’t work here.”

“You had a meeting with Wolf.”

“That was for the security company.”

“Same building. Same poor decisions.”

“I don’t know how to bartend.”

“You pour liquid into a glass.”

“I could do that in my room.”

Trigger handed me a black T-shirt with THE LAST STAND TAVERN printed across the front.

“I’m not wearing this.”

“Why?”

“It has your face on the back.”

He grinned. “Brand recognition.”

I turned it over.

A badly drawn picture of Trigger pointed toward the words ASK ME ABOUT LADIES’ NIGHT.

“No.”

“Wolf said you have to work.”

“Wolf didn’t say I had to wear your face.”

Rylie appeared behind him.

“Why is your face on a shirt?”

“Marketing.”

She took the shirt from me.

Trigger smiled. “You like it?”

“No.”

She dropped it into the trash.

Trigger stared after it.

“That cost twenty-two dollars.”

“You bought more than one?”

“Thirty.”