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Trevor didn't like the implications of this conversation and felt himself prickle a little more, promptly taking the glass from Gretchen in response to it. "If the lot we 'ave can't fucking find out anything I say replace 'em." He watched her fall into his empty chair and rubbed his hand over his face. "I don't like that," he muttered, taking another sip.