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"what are we doing here?"
The music was blaring on our ears, the crowd was dancing to party music and the smell was variants of alcoholic drinks. When I knew this bar opens as early as 1pm, I didn't believe it at first. I thought I was also being kid by my informant but he sent me the location and I needed a backup. I can't get Pete, he's busy with the shop. I can't take Jackson as well because he's now a family man (that sounded funny in my head). I have no other names available so I asked Neil Castro. No, I don't like it all, but I knew he would be willing to do this as his interest with her outshines his anger towards me.
This, however, does not mean we are friends.
"he's here."
He frowned.
"who is?"
"Luke Miranda"
"who the hell is that?"
I wanted to roll my eyes.
