The church meeting nearly turned into a murder scene. Again.
Honestly, that wasn’t even surprising anymore.
Torch stood beside the table while fake shipping manifests covered every available surface and every member present looked somewhere between furious and homicidal.
The counterfeit weapons shipment represented more than bad merchandise. It represented money. A lot of money.
Money Devil’s Hollow desperately needed. Roman flipped through the paperwork while muttering curses beneath his breath.
Crow looked ready to throw a chair and Bones looked ready to Ledger. Specifically Ledger.
The accountant sat at the far end of the table looked exhausted. Which was understandable considering Bones kept staring at him like a man examining potential burial locations.
“I checked everyth
