Funky Town - Thorough Help

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I don’t usually work the counter. That night I did. Sharpening skates, keeping busy. Then I noticed them. He carried himself like nothing could touch him. She was the kind of pretty that makes men sloppy. He slipped up. Bad. Something that could mean cuffs and a cell. I offered another way out. A quiet fix. But it would cost him — and it depended on her playing along.