Early that evening, Ian Neilson shook hands all around, accepted a coffee, sat down. The tension in the room was sky-high and he narrowed his black eyes, taking in everyone’s grim expressions.“You sure about this, man?” King said without preamble, and Ian bit back a grin. The man’s reputation preceded him, big time, and so far, Matt Kingston was about as scowling and lethal-looking as Ian would have expected. “If you ain’t, say so now. No harm, no foul.”“I’m sure,” Ian said. “I know what we’re doing.”Dallas’ ears perked up. “Texas?”“Born and bred in Dallas, though I’m more recently out of Houston,” Ian said. “And you’re clearly a fellow Dallas boy.”Dallas grinned. “You picked up on that, huh?”“Well, it was a no-brainer in a couple of ways.”“Anyway,” King huffed, done with idle chit-chat. “The ex-wife says that the cabin’s in Vermont.”Ian cocked his blond head, thinking. “Well, that makes sense. It’s right on the Quebec border, after all.”“Uh-huh,” Dallas said. “It’s in a real
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