31Coming CleanTazia’s stool at the bar had still not been claimed, and Soren nudged her back toward it just as Conn returned from changing a barrel in the adjoining room, “Did you forget something—”
“Cuinn!”
“Hux?” Conn lifted the hatch in the wooden bar, a broad grin on his face, and strode over to Soren who was already standing with his arms out and smiling almost as wide. “What the feck are you doing here, man?” Before Soren could reply, he added, “It must be, what? Two years?”
“Three, I reckon,” Soren said. “Great to see you again, Cuinn!”
While the men exchanged backslaps and handshakes, Tazia noticed a forceful push at her side. She turned. Franky had found an unoccupied barstool, pulled it beside hers, and now sat close with a revolver pointing straight into her kidney.
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