UNTIDY ripples of movement across the pub
signalled Nate’s arrival. Heads began to swivel and bob back and forth; whispers
ebbed and flowed from the sofas to the bar. Billy lifted his chin from the damp,
sticky table and followed the flickering of girls tossing back their hair and
men turning out their pockets. “There he is.” Billy nodded in Nate’s direction.
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