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"Should I call the cops?"
"No. No, no, no." Josh raked his hands through his hair. He'd rehearsed this over and over while he ate up the miles on the road. If he got a job, he'd have to be paid in cash. He didn't need the money, but it would raise too many red flags if he offered to work for free. So now he had to see if he could sell his story. This man definitely had a No Bullshit sign in his forehead, but what the fuck could he do? He didn't know shit about Antony Love. If he shared his secret with him, in five minutes it could be all over Lucasville. If that happened, he'd have get back in his truck and haul ass before the media and his manager found him.