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Maybe I should call him instead?—

“Miss?”

The remaining customers wave me over.

“Can we get another round?”

I glance at the clock.

“We're actually closing.”

“Aww, come on.”

“One more?”

They look harmless enough.

Just a couple guys finishing up after work.

I sigh.

“One.”

They grin.

“Thanks.”

I pour the beers, still wondering why my brand-new phone isn't cooperating.

Maybe Micah will know. He seems to know everything.

The thought makes me smile.

The front door opens behind me. Without looking up, I call over my shoulder.

“Sorry, we're closed.”

Silence.

Something about it prickles the back of my neck.

I turn.

My smile disappears.

Scarface.

He's back.

And this time, he isn't with just a handful of men.

He’s got more.

One.

Two.

Five.