Chapter 9“What the hell is this?”
“Language, please,” Dean said. He was outside of the See Shell bar on a ladder, removing several of the large seashells and the ocean moss from the sign. Next to him were three masks with lines under the eye. They were cheap and flimsy; the paint glowed neon in some of the lighting. “This is a place of business, Gilberte. You must conduct yourself in a professional manner.”
“Bullshit. Don’t call me by my full name.” Gil gestured at the other equipment that Dean had laid down outside of the bar and grill. She glimpsed through the glass doors and saw bodies moving on the inside. The bar was not open until noon, so the movement was all staff. She saw Amber’s bright red hair, Miguel’s brighter clothing, and of course, she could hear Matty’s snide remarks abo
