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had a record. But I quickly learned that Pitt had the Boston Police Department in the palm of his hand. I didn’t hear what he said to the cops. Whatever it was, they let Hunt, Kelton, and me go without so much as a question. I didn’t know whether to thank Pitt or punch him. I’d been leaning toward thanking him for scaring the piss out of Sullivan and Seever. I didn’t. Too many things were unresolved, and until I knew for sure that both dickheads would back off, I didn’t want to celebrate just yet.
    The second thing I learned was that Pitt hadn’t been at the amateur fight to watch anyone. He was there to talk to me. He wanted to make me a proposition. After the cops left, he told me—didn’t ask—that Hunt and I would meet him at the Guardian office today. I knew why he wanted to talk to Hunt. He’d offered him a job and was still waiting on Hunt’s answer. What the fuck did he want with me? I hoped he didn’t think I was indebted to him now for shooting Sullivan. I’d contemplated not showing, but between my curiosity and knowing Hunt was requested to be here as well, I had to come.
    I pinched the bridge of my nose. The headache I’d had yesterday had never left me. I woke up with my head pounding harder than ever before as if someone were wielding a hammer against my skull over and over. The bright lights above only served to increase the pain. I’d popped two aspirin prior to leaving the house, except they weren’t working. Stretching out my legs, I settled into the soft leather couch of the waiting room. I might as well try and relax before we met with Pitt.
    “So, how come you never told me about the job offer?” I asked, eyeing the pretty receptionist, who appeared bored as she flipped through a magazine at her desk.
    “I’m not taking the job,” Hunt snapped. “What does it matter?”
    “Fuck, man. We’re tight. Aren’t we?” We told each other everything. I knew his secrets like he knew mine.
    He rolled his shoulders. Clearly, he didn’t want to be here, and neither did I.
    “Why did you elbow me last night when I was mouthing off to Pitt?”
    “I was trying to get you to can it. Let Pitt put the fear of God in Sullivan and Seever. Maybe they’ll back off. Otherwise the battle will never end.”
    “I don’t want Pitt to think I owe him now.”
    He let out a grizzly laugh. “A little late for that, dude. We’re here, aren’t we? Besides, he probably wants to offer you a job. You’re getting ready to graduate. So, maybe he wants both of us.”
    Hunt had graduated last year, and his dad had given him a year to figure out what he wanted to do with his life. All Hunt really knew was football. He’d played linebacker for Kensington High and was damn good at it. He’d been instrumental in a lot of key plays, which led Kensington to the playoffs his senior year. Kensington could’ve used his skills last fall.
    “Bodyguard and bouncer didn’t make my career list.” Hell if I was going to work for someone who could be tied to the mafia.
    “Did you talk with Lacey?”
    “Yep.” I’d talked to her twice after the incident in the garage. “I didn’t tell her anything about last night, though.” I didn’t want to stress her out over the phone.
    He chuckled as he sat back down. “She’s going to know it when she sees you.”
    “I’ll deal with it then.” She wouldn’t be able to miss my split lip or bruised jaw. She was due home tomorrow night, and they wouldn’t heal that quickly. “She did tell me the cops might have a lead in the murder case.”
    “And is it a hot lead?” Hunt asked, sitting up straighter.
    “Not sure. I’ll find out more when she gets home.” She didn’t want to get into too much detail, and she gave me the impression the cops didn’t elaborate, which didn’t surprise me. Even so, I was just as anxious as she was to find out who the guilty party was. Maybe then it would bring her closure.
    A phone rang, and the receptionist answered. “Yes,