[ HAPPY HALLOWEEN — if you wore a costume, let me know what it was! I was Knuckles from Sonic. I wanted the yellowjackets soccer team uniform but they didn't make it in plus sizes and I didn't feel like diying one :( ]
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I NEED SOME SOAP.
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[ 1.08 ]
"PAISLEY GRACE," Bo Crowder said as the girl stepped into the back room at Johnny's bar.
Because Sheriff Mosley was the one to arrest Bo Crowder, when the corrupt cop was incarcerated for contract murder, Bo's case was evaluated and he was let go nearly three whole months early. And within a day of him being out of prison, Johnny told Paisley Grace that he requested a sitdown with the woman, which made her anxious — but at least she wasn't requested along with her father, so that was a good sign.
"Mr. Crowder," she nodded. Paisley Grace hadn't actually begun working for him until after he was locked up five years ago, so this was her first time meeting with him face-to-face. She'd met him before working for him, of course — she knew everyone in Harlan and they knew her. "Glad to see you out of prison orange."
"Oh, so am I," he chuckled from behind his desk. "Have a seat."
Paisley Grace glanced at Johnny, who was stationed in the corner, before doing so, facing Bo. "What can I do for you, Mr. Crowder?"
"You know, all I ever heard from the inside was how good you were at running my protection ring — at least until that father of yours robbed me blind and ran it into the ground, giving that Mosley a chance to take over," he grumbled, making her tense, fearful he was going to take his anger on Arlo out on her. Seeing her reaction, he just chuckled. "Oh, calm down, girl. I wouldn't waste a shot as good as you just because me and your daddy need to have a sit down. No, I've asked you here to ensure I can still rely on your services."
"Of course, Sir," she said with a nod.
"Good. And can I assume that your older brother's involvement in my and my son's cases won't be seen as a conflict of interest?" he asked her.
Paisley Grace scoffed and rolled her eyes, not necessarily meaning her words. "Raylan's been a thorn in my side since he got to town. And he don't care much for me, so no, it won't be a conflict."
"Good," Bo said with an easy smile. "First order of business, then. Boyd — my lawyer knows a little something about the A.U.S.A.'s case, in that it may not hold. So, when and if my boy gets out of a cell, I want you at his side. He's changed."
"I'm aware," she said with an amused smile. "He's singing Jesus' praises inside, right?"
"Right. 'Bout got him killed a few times," he sighed. "And I suspect it might get him killed when outside too. He needs someone to protect him."
