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With the guys’ sensitivity well established and the details of our date worked out, we got down to practicing. It was a good thing I waited until we were done before I mentioned I’d met Drum’s dad last night.
“My dad was at the Tandoor Club?”
“Well, outside. That's where the body was.”
“Body?” Tommy left off putting up his instrument and edged closer. “That sounds interesting.”
“Only if you're not the one who tripped over it.”
“You tripped over a body? Tell us about it.”
They clustered around me like cute ghouls until I mentioned that victim’s name was Paul Mitchell.
There was a short silence.
“Couldn’t be our Paul Mitchell,” Tommy said, without conviction. “He’s not the kind of guy to get snuffed. Too straight arrow.”
Jerome sounded equally unconvinced. “He’s Guard. Shipping
