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Finn goes rigid. His fingers dig into the flesh of my upper arm, and he shoves me behind him. He slowly moves inside the house and takes a long breath as soon as he sees his visitor. “Bobby Corbin, long time. How’d you know where to find me?”
“Finnigan O’Malley. You’re a hard man to track down. Ciaran told me where you were.”
“Ciaran should have kept his fuckin’ mouth shut, but it’s good to see you, Bobby. You want a beer or something?”
“Yes, that would be grand.”