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Wolf nods. Tin nods. Wolf kisses him: long, hard, passion-driven. Pulls off and away. “Who else came into your life?” “Hal Quinnlin. Two years ago. He was fifty-four. This is a long story. Hang on for the ride, if you want to hear the story.” Wolf raises his eyebrows and tilts his head to the right in question, asks, “An older man?” “Yeah. I like older men. You should know that. You’re older than me. What can I say…older men are my weakness.” “Go on. Tell me more. Spare nothing. I’m listening.” So Tin does: “Hal was interested in two things about me: my ass and my business. He wanted to own both. I knew how he worked, and I certainly knew what he wanted. Right from the very start. “Most women and men in Erie know how he worked, and still do. Hal’s reputation preceded him. He’s alm