“I know,” Leo said.
The table was a scarred crescent of oak, stained with coffee rings and something darker. Three men sat around it. Across from them, one empty chair. buckshot roulette
She passed it to Darius.
“Any questions?”
“Round two,” he said. He pushed the shotgun toward Leo. “Keep passing left. Dead men don’t pass.” “I know,” Leo said
The sound was no different. But her exhale was a shudder. One down. Two safe. buckshot roulette