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“Right fucking now.”
“She’s my girl tonight,” Eddie protests, and this time it’s Kennedy that loses his fucking cool.
“You’re done here,” he says to the kid. “Take your drink and get back inside that fucking pub, before I tell the police you’re dealing again.”
“You fucking wouldn’t…” Eddie says, and if I wasn’t so pissed that Anna was trashed on tequila in his company, I’d be amused at how Kennedy’s changing in front of my eyes.
Once upon a time he’d have defended Eddie to the ends of the earth, just as he defends all those kids whose paperwork lands on his desk.
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