Chapter 19

• It took just a week. A week before Dixon was crouched next to the sofa as she napped fitfully, groggily sitting up as she blinked her eyes into focus. Her vision cleared till she saw Clyde sitting across from her, frowning in deep disapproval before she turned her gaze to Dixon - who merely looked his usual self.
• “James found the one who sent the crew after Frank,” Clyde began slowly, Ella sitting up straight at the drop of a coin, cobwebs of sleep completely gone as she smiled slightly.
• “That's good, right? So... who is Dixon going to punt in a dumpster?” she asked with a chipper note to her voice, barely catching Frank's tactfully hidden snort of laughter.