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"Maybe not," Trev conceeded, although he didn't feel all that really negated the possibility. "But I can fucking 'andle 'er at least. She runs a fucking clothing store, for Salazar's sake!" He leaned against the desk sulkily. "I'm intimidating," he insisted, slightly perturbed that Gretchen didn't seem to agree he could intimidate someone into backing down and would have to resort to killing.