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finally fell asleep.
    And then I lay with her in my arms another hour as I contemplated my next moves. I knew I couldn’t punish her for not telling me she’d killed someone when she was twelve, but the eighteen-year-old-me who’d killed on her behalf… Shit , it felt as if she’d lied by omission, by not telling me.
    My entire self-image had changed when she’d accepted the fact I’d killed without seeing me as a monster. She’d seen the asshole’s bloody, broken, body and his shattered head, and wasn’t freaked out — she didn’t look at me in horror, but in relief, and it’d healed something terribly broken in me.
    However, knowing she’d already killed someone… it totally changed the circumstances and I wasn’t sure what to do with it. Her acceptance no longer sanctioned the kill, because if she was a monster, too, then she couldn’t bestow non-monster status on me by easily accepting my actions.
    When I’d about driven myself crazy with that line of thought, I went over the things we needed to be sure were handled — melting the gun down, making sure her brass ended up in someone’s reloading supplies, finding out what happened to the original shirt and probably burning it, as well.
    The police would know who the driver was, from the traffic cams. If the driver happened to own the house they took her to, then they’d only have one missing person, for now. If not, they’d know the identities of two of the men, and would know they were both in the wind.
    Then again, it’s possible they were using a stolen van and the driver was wearing a disguise. He’d know the police would trace her path and find them, so it wouldn’t make sense for them to lead LEO straight to them.
    If events had happened as Angelica reported them, it was plausible the men would lay low for a while, because once she knew whose house she was in, she’d know for a fact the Disciples took her.
    Brain said the forecast was for major storms in two days. If the police stayed away from the warehouse that long, hopefully it would help wash away any evidence the Disciples may have missed. Like Angelica, I wasn’t happy about them being the ones responsible for taking care of the bodies and the actual crime scene. The fact one of their men had finished two of them off, though, made me feel a little better.
     

     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter Four
     
    Angelica
     
     
    I slept thirteen hours, and Bash wasn’t in bed with me when I awakened. A look in the mirror verified I’d need Dozer to hit me again. I wasn’t looking forward to it, but the bruises had faded more overnight than they should’ve, and if Graham or another officer stopped by to see me it would raise suspicion.
    I must have slept like the dead, because one of my spare Sigs was on Bash’s dresser, and a bag with jeans, shirts, panties, bras, and my hairbrush and makeup was on the floor. I hoped Bash had packed my underwear, and not my dad. However, Dad had known where the spare Sigs were, and not Bash, so… I shook my head and read the note, in Bash’s handwriting, not my dad’s:
     
    You’ll find five pounds of pulled pork, along with a tub of barbecue sauce, some buns, baked beans, and slaw in the large kitchen fridge in two bags with your name on them.
     
    I was starving, and I got dressed, brushed my teeth, pulled my hair into a ponytail, and went to the kitchen. I texted Bash while I waited for the microwave to warm my plate.
     
    I’m up. Thanks for the food. Love you.
     
    My phone rang a few minutes later, and he asked, “How do you feel?”
    “I’m fine. Need to find Dozer for a repeat, though.”
    He was quiet a second before saying, “Yeah, I figured. I’ll text him and tell him to stop by. I should be back in about an hour. Oh, and your dad drove your bike over this morning, and brought your helmet and boots.”
    “Do you know where he is?”
    “He was there when I left. I doubt he’s gone far. Might be at the bike shop.”
    I