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“Ava,” I call, waving to Jake’s bartender and best friend. I point to Nic’s empty shot glass. “Thanks.”

Ava rolls her eyes but reaches for a clean shot glass.

“Do you know everyone around here?” Nic asks as Ava turns away.

“Pretty much. That’s how a town like this functions. Everyone knows everyone. And their business.”

She draws in a shaky breath. “Sounds familiar