Chapter 18
“Closed,” said Sean when he looked. “The place has hours this weekend, though.”
“We’ll go to BigFroots and get you a health sludge tomorrow then,” said Dane, trying not to think about what might be in something like that. Not tequila, that was for sure. Health sludge was overrated.
Sean sighed and pocketed his phone, then took a step forward and frowned into the bowl of ash. Ned had f****d off, probably to get away from more of Sean’s questions, and Dane couldn’t blame him.
“Seriously? He drew boobs?”
Dane laughed and left them there. Sean sighed again.
“How old is he?”
“A hundred, two hundred, I don’t know.”
“You could look at the dates on his stone.”
“The point is he’s funny,” said Dane, moving to his weapons wall to grab a few smaller items. He had gear at his own ho
