Justin George: TAMPA
One night this past spring, Kim Bailey was making ice cream in the kitchen of his restaurant when a phone call forced him to put down his tasting spoon. A television reporter had news about J.J. Revear.
He hadn’t heard that name in years.
J.J. had been shot dead in the parking lot of a windowless bar on a rough stretch of road. It was just 10 miles away from where Kim stood surrounded by white tablecloths and a waitstaff in white shirts and black aprons.
That contrast reminded him that theirs had always been an unlikely friendship.
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