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wasn’t any confusion. “This Francie could have also worked in St. Paul.”
    “I’m sure the police will figure it out.” Cam had stacked three towels on top of each other and was working on the fourth. “In the meantime, Eric said something this morning that had me in agreement…and you know that rarely happens.”
    Elle smiled over her cup, knowing full well that Cam and his brother Eric didn’t see eye to eye on many things. If one of them wanted the kitchen blue, the other wanted it yellow. It was a constant battle that entertained the women who sought help within these walls. For all she knew, the brothers kept up the ruse on purpose to keep the atmosphere lighthearted.
    Eric was the total opposite of Cam, all the way down to their sexual preferences. Eric stood a good six inches taller than Cam, as well as having blonde hair, although only on his head. The minute Cam had facial hair was the same day Eric kept himself clean-shaven at all times. Cam drove a car, so Eric drove an SUV.
    “And what did the oh-so-insightful Eric have to say?” Elle asked, trying to keep her sarcasm on the down low. She and Eric had their issues, but as long he stayed out of her way, she stayed out of his.
    “Just that in the midst of all this horror there is a silver lining. The girls might realize how dangerous the streets are and turn their lives around.”
    “Cam, I know that you and Eric don’t want to hear this,” Elle said, pausing long enough to formulate the words, “but some of these women prefer this life. It’s what they know and all they’ll ever know. They don’t want to change.”
    Cam looked at her with sorrow and Elle’s heart ached for him. She didn’t know anything about his or Eric’s past, but whatever led them to open this shelter and lobby for funding at every fork in the road had to have been fundamental. She reached over and squeezed Cam’s hand, which now rested on one of the hand towels that he’d given up folding.
    “What are you always telling me?” Elle asked, encouraging him to see the brighter side.
    “One saved soul at a time.”
    “That sounds like a bad country song.” Eric barged through the kitchen and went straight to the coffee. He hummed a tune that reminded her of Willie Nelson. “Damn, it’s cold out there. Miss Elle, always a pleasure.”
    “Eric,” Elle replied in a civil acknowledgement, all the while hating how he used the title. The only time that she ever felt it was used correctly was when she had first met Kevin. She gritted her teeth, not knowing if it was Eric’s presence that had set her on edge or thoughts of Kevin. Either way, it didn’t matter. All Elle wanted to do was talk to Rachel and see how she was holding up. “How goes the battle?”
    “I think I have a donor lined up, so I’d say I’m winning at the moment. If we can bring in money before the end of the year, it will certainly help at tax time. I take it you heard about the murder?”
    Before Elle could answer, a couple of young women walked in wearing business suits that were provided by Reformation. It was Liv and Molly, both of whom had forged a friendship. Liv used to work the streets in St. Paul and Molly was just down on her luck, trying her best to get away from a domestic abuse relationship. They both wore suits that had come from the interview wardrobe, which Cam and Eric provided to them in outfits for all sizes. From the smile on Liv’s face, she’d had a good morning.
    “Elle, I’m so glad that you’re here!” Liv leaned down and gave Elle a hug, not giving her a chance set down her coffee. A little spilled over the rim. “Oops. Sorry, but I’m so excited. The construction company hired me to be their part time receptionist.”
    Cam tossed Elle a towel. While she wiped her hand off and then the droplets on the table, Liv went on to say that she would be starting next week and all that her job description entailed. Elle noticed that Molly seemed a little distracted but she