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intuition, whether tied to the mother thing or not, was that it was a story with no words and no time line. Although it got you prepared for bad news, there were no nouns or verbs to go with the anxiety, no time/date stamp, either. So as you sat with the ambient dread clamped on the back of your neck like a cold, wet cloth, your mind got to rationalizing because that was the best anyone could do. Maybe it was just First Meal not sitting well. Maybe it was just free floating anxiety.
     
    Maybe . . .
     
    Hell, maybe what was churning in her gut wasn’t intuition at all. Maybe it was because she’d reached a decision that didn’t sit well.
     
    Yeah, that was more likely the case. After having stewed and hoped and worried and tried to think her way out of the problems with Z, she had to be realistic. She’d confronted him . . . and there had been no real response from him.
     
    Not I want you two to stay . Not even I’ll work on it.
     
    All she’d gotten from him was that he was going out to fight.
     
    Which was a reply of sorts, wasn’t it.
     
    Looking around the nursery, she cataloged what she would have to pack up . . . not much, just an overnight bag for Nalla and a duffle for herself. She could get another diaper pail and crib and changing table set up easily enough—
     
    Where would she go?
     
    The easiest solution was one of her brother’s houses. Rehvenge had a number of them, and all she’d have to do was ask. Man, how ironic was that? After having fought to get away from him, now she was contemplating going back.
     
    Not contemplating. Deciding.
     
    Bella leaned to the side, took her cell phone out of the pocket of her jeans, and hit Rehv’s number.
     
    After two rings a deep, familiar voice answered, “Bella?”
     
    There was a roar of music and people talking in the background, the various sounds like a crowd competing for space.
     
    “Hi.”
     
    “Hello? Bella? Hold on, let me get into my office.” After a long, noisy pause, the din was cut off sharply. “Hey, how are you and your little miracle doing?”
     
    “I need a place to stay.”
     
    Total silence. Then her brother said, “Would that be for three or for two?”
     
    “Two.”
     
    Another long pause. “Do I need to kill that fool bastard?”
     
    The cold, vicious tone scared her a little, reminding her that her beloved brother was not a male you wanted to screw with. “God, no.”
     
    “Talk, sister mine. Tell me what’s going on.”
     
     
    Death was a black parcel that came in a lot of different shapes and weights and sizes. Still, it was the kind of thing that when it hit your front doorstep, you knew the sender without checking the return address or even opening the thing up.
     
    You just knew.
     
    As Z back-flatted into the path of those two lessers, he knew that his FedEx-tinction package had arrived, and the only thing that went through his mind was that he wasn’t ready to take delivery.
     
    Course, it wasn’t the kind of thing you could refuse to sign for.
     
    Above him, cast in a dim glow from some kind of light, the lessers froze as if he were the last thing they expected to see. Then they took out their guns.
     
    Z didn’t have a last word; he had a last image, one that totally eclipsed the double-barreled action that was at point-blank range of his head. In his mind he saw Bella and Nalla together in that rocker back in the nursery. It was not a picture from the night before when there had been Kleenexes and red-rimmed eyes and his twin looking grave. It was from a couple of weeks ago, when Bella had been staring down at the young in her arms with such tenderness and love. As if she’d sensed him in the doorway, she’d lifted her eyes, and for a moment the love that was in her face had wrapped around him as well.
     
    The two gunshots rang out, and the weirdest thing was that the only pain he felt was the sting of the sound in his ears.
     
    Two flopping thunch s followed, echoing around the