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sound sent cold fingers up and down Amelia's spine. “Few weeks ago this girl was using way too much teeth on me. Does that count?”
    “You're a pig.”
    “Been called worse.” He shrugged his shoulders. “I might not be your biggest fan, but I liked your sister and the kid. I'm all for finding out what happened to them and breaking some necks in the process.”
    “I appreciate that,” and she did.
    “Also, if you're just going to cut and run, not give Danny what he wants, then maybe you should think about leaving town sooner than later.”
    “What I do is none of your business, Train.” Amelia flicked her cigarette as far as she could into the yard. “Danny will tell you the same.”
    “Whatever.” Train exhaled a long stream of smoke.
    “Asshole.” Amelia pushed the door open and stepped into the kitchen. Ace was making a pot of coffee, no huge surprise, and Earl had his head stuck in the fridge. “Hey. Where are Royal and Danny?”
    “They're taking another look through the upstairs. You want a cup of coffee?”
    “Please.”
    “Still lots of cream and sugar?” Of all the guys, Ace was the most easygoing. He was likely mellow from all the weed he smoked through the course of a day, which he balanced out with a shit ton of caffeine. “I can make you a sandwich or something if you're hungry.”
    Amelia wasn't hungry, but she'd eat. It would save her an argument with Danny about it. “That would be great. Thanks.”
    “You got any of that salsa stuff?” Earl questioned.
    “I don't think so. Look in the cabinet, though, you never know with Fiona.” Amelia sat down at the table. “How's Jackie doing?”
    “She's good.” He smiled at the mention of his wife. “Pregnant again. It'll be our second. She said to tell you hi when she heard you were back. Said call her if you need anything. And score. One jar of salsa. Shit. Are there chips?”
    “Check the pantry.” Amelia couldn't help but smile. The food bill at Earl's house had to be massive, because he never seemed to stop eating. “See if there are any toaster pastry things. I want one of those.”
    In minutes Ace was frying bacon for BLT sandwiches, Earl was microwaving makeshift nachos and she was eating a fake cherry-flavored pastry. It felt comfortable. It felt like home. Amelia was surprised how much she'd missed this, interacting with people who she actually cared about. In Pennsylvania the most contact she had was with store clerks. Even her job had allowed her to work pretty much on her own.
    It was nice to have people around, to talk and laugh and for her not to feel completely awkward while doing it. Even Train coming in from outside didn't make her feel nervous or out of place. Paco joined them as well, and he was always good with comic relief. By the time that Danny came back into the kitchen she was eating her BLT and drinking coffee with enough sugar to rot her teeth straight out of her head.
    He didn't waste any time picking up the other half of her sandwich and started to eat. Danny followed the bite with a sip of coffee. “Is there anything but sugar in here?”
    “Yes, there's coffee and cream. And if you don't like it, you can always make your own.” Amelia replied.
    “I'll just have yours, I can deal with it.” To prove his point he took another large sip and then a bite of the sandwich. Amelia waited for him to say something, anything really, about Fiona and Taylor and what they'd found so far, but he didn't. “You get enough to eat? Ace, fire up another sandwich for her.”
    Before she could tell Ace she didn't need another sandwich, Royal walked into the kitchen and all conversation stopped. The easy good mood was gone. Everyone was serious and waiting for him to speak. “There was more blood in Taylor's room, enough blood that we know that something bad happened here. I want to know what. I want to know who.” Royal's eyes went to Amelia. “I will end whoever did this and anyone who had a part in it, but we cannot