Chapter 55

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Benson woke up with an excruciating headache. He screwed his face and massaged his temples to calm the pain. He sat there until he could see clearly. He tried to get up and then lazily fell back onto the couch.

He blinked numerous times and yawned. He heard his phone ring, so he looked around for it. He found it on the bar’s counter. He hissed as he rolled his hands into fists and pressed them into the couch, flexing his biceps to help get him up to reach for his phone.

He picked up the call after seeing that it was Luke that was buzzing him.

“What’s up Luke?” He tightened his jaw and prepared to take whatever Luke would throw at him.

“Good afternoon, sir,” Luke muttered.

“Come on, talk to me,” Benson said, crossing his hand over his chest and pacing back and forth.

“They dug her up and found she had been involved in so much underground drug trafficking shit,” Luke said, with a heaviness growing in his voice. “Now, they are trying to draw lines that shouldn’t exists to you. She was