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“I’m telling you Blue Eyes I’ll be a nice clean hustle.”
Neal tried not to roll his eyes. Sawyer was so many levels of con below where Neal was, or at least where he wanted to be. And if he wasn’t in a bit of a jam he would not have come within a hundred yards of the Dogs Balls Bar and Grill. Emphasis on the bar.
“Your idea of clean and mine are two very different things.”
“No one’s going to get killed, is that clean enough for you Caffrey?”
“And you can land the mark?”
“Easy as pie.”