Chapter 13

“Happy to.” Caleb kept pace beside him as they used the nail salon beside the grocery store as a thruway to the back of the strip mall. “How have you been getting along with my sons since my retirement?”

One-Mile hesitated. “You want the truth?”

“I don’t want bullshit.”

Fair enough. “They’re all right. But I hired on expecting to work for you.”

“I know. I’m sorry that didn’t happen.”

“I get it. Things change. People move on.”

“But you depended on me—all of you—and I let you down. That’s bugged the hell out of me.” He hesitated. “Did you know Bryant felt the same?”

“No.”

“The evening after I delivered the news in our team meeting, he called to ream me a new asshole.”

Finally, something he respected Bryant for. “I wanted to.”

“I figured you would, so I kept you busy with another job.” Caleb winked.

“Sly dog.”

“I’ve learned a few tricks over the years, but give my sons a fair shake. They’re all-around badasses and