![]() ![]() “Why not?” Darrin asked, absently adjusting his holster as he leaned back against the wall and took a sip of his coffee. ![]() “Not fucking happening,” Trevor said, carefully picking up his Styrofoam cup of water with his handcuffed hands and took a sip before he added, “So fuck off.” She might not have a place to stay yet, but at least she wouldn’t have to worry about doing her laundry for a week, she mused, sipping her beer as she took advantage of Darrin’s absence and bought another hot dog. “We’ll see,” she said, knowing that the need to rub his cousins’ noses in this later would be his downfall. “You know my fee,” she said, signaling to the vendor for a beer as she leaned back in her seat and watched as the Yankees creamed the Red Sox.ĭarrin chuckled as he pulled out some money and paid for her beer. “Text them my way,” Darrin said, standing up as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out his badge. “Got it,” she said, with a satisfied sigh as she sat back and put her phone away. “I just want to get this…shot,” she said, angling her phone to just the right angle so that she could capture this momentous occasion. “Hold up,” she said, reaching out and stopping him by placing a hand on his arm. ![]() ![]() “I guess I should give them a hand,” Darrin said, taking one last sip before handing her the now-empty bottle. ![]()
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