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Myron said, “Someone saw your DMs—”
“Greg wasn’t talking to me.”
Myron stopped. “Pardon?”
“That was my mom,” Bo said. “Greg was DMing with my mom.”
Myron sat there and blinked. In his mind’s eye he saw the puzzle pieces. Then he saw himself sweep all the pieces off the table and onto the floor. His voice sounded far away in his own ears. “But it was your Instagram page.”
“Yeah, duh. My mom ran all my social media stuff—Instagram, OnlyFans, whatever. When the Bucks came to town, Spark invited us to a game. My mom, well, it may sound weird for a son to say so, but she’s hot. A total smoke show. Spark introduced Greg to Mom after the game—”
“That game,” Myron interrupted, remembering the curvy blonde in the photo sitting next to Bo. “Was it in Phoenix?”
“Yeah, against the Suns. That’s where we’re from. Spark and I were raised in Scottsdale.”
“So you and Greg aren’t—”
“Are you serious?” Bo looked up at Cowboy. “We’re good, Cal. I’ll call you if I need anything.” To Myron he added, “Take a sip of the beer. You’ll feel better.”
Myron did, trying to think it through.
“Can I ask you something?” Bo asked.
Myron nodded.
“Am I really safe staying here? Cal and I, we can move on if not.”
“I won’t tell anyone.”
“And there’s no way for Joey to track us down?”
“I don’t see how,” Myron said. “Did you kill Jordan Kravat?”
“Wow, not beating around the bush. Do you think I’d tell you if I did?”
“It might save us some time,” Myron said.
“No, I didn’t kill Jordan. I loved him.”
“Jordan’s mother thinks you had something to do with it.”
“Donna? No, she doesn’t. She may have said that to you, but that’s because she doesn’t want to face the truth.”
“That being?”
“She let Joey into our lives. Invited him in really. Donna couldn’t make enough money just running the nightclub. So she teamed up with Joey. He started pressuring us. Always wanting more money. It got out of control. Jordan tried to step in, and it got him killed.”
“Donna said you and her son were on the outs.”
He considered that for a moment. “We were, I guess. But I mean, we were young. It was all sort of volatile. Neither of us thought we were meant to be forever.”
“Did you kill him?” Myron asked again.
“No.”
“What about Greg?”
“What about him?”
