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happened last night?
    “Declan was injured, but he’s stable. I’m afraid you can’t see him right now. He’s in protective custody.”
    “What?” I stand now, getting angrier and angrier. None of this makes any sense at all. Declan is the most hardcore person I know, but if he’s in protective custody then that means he’s a rat. Declan would rather die than work with the cops. “That’s bullshit!” I snap.
    “I’m afraid it’s true,” Connor says, picking a sticky note up off the countertop, next to my cordless phone. “He and his girlfriend.”
    “Evie?”
    Connor offers a slow nod.
    “You need to leave. Now .”
    “Connor, give us a minute, will ya?” Russell says.
    Detective Connor shrugs, tips his head at me as he passes. I hold my middle finger up sky high.
    “You, too,” I tell Russell.
    “I know you’re upset and I’m very sorry for your loss—”
    “Really? Is that why your asshole partner was leafing through my shit?”
    “No, I’ll be honest: we’re trying hard to find your uncle. I have a feeling he’s not going to let Mona’s death go unpunished and I don’t think I need to tell you what will happen if he does—not just to him, but to everyone he cares for as well.”
    “I hope he kills everyone who had a hand in her death.”
    He sighs and puts his hands firmly on his hips. “I know this is a terrible blow. I just hope when the dust clears that you’ll realize that following in your aunt’s and uncle’s footsteps will only lead you to more chaos and pain.”
    He closes the distance between us, holding out a tentative hand to touch my shoulder. I flinch and pull back as he touches me, away from his reach, and flash him a disgusted look.
    “I’m going to give you my card. I really hope you use it.”
    I tear it up into small pieces and throw it on the ground, staring up at him with a heart full of hatred.
    He takes another and sets it on the countertop. “You seem like a smart girl. I hope you’re smart enough to realize that your uncle is going to end up like your aunt if we don’t find him quickly.”
    “Get out!”
    “Of course.” He backs away.
    “Now!” I snap since he isn’t moving fast enough.
    “Be careful,” he says.
    “I don’t need any advice, thanks. I just want to be left alone.”
    Detective Russell ambles to the door and I follow behind him, waiting for him to step out into the hall so I can slam the door and find my phone. But that’s not what I do. When they’re both gone and the door is tightly sealed I fall to the ground and shed a thousand tears for the woman who loved me like I was her own—even if she had trouble showing it. Oh, God. This pain . I can barely handle it. I wrap my arms around my legs, put my head down, and rock back and forth. The world fades into silence and black emptiness. I don’t know how long I stay like this. But when I’ve had my fill, I decide to never shed another tear and pick myself up and take a deep breath.
    I’ll never be the same. I know it, but I can’t crumble to pieces right now. Not when Mickey is in danger of leaving me, too.
    I need to find him.
    Before it’s too late.
    First, I check the obvious places: the pool hall, his favorite burger joint, the Laundromat. Mickey seems to spend an awful lot of time doing laundry, although to be honest, I’m pretty sure he does more business in that old white paint-chipped building than underwear.
    When he doesn’t turn up at any of those places, I decide to visit his whores. I’m no saint. I’ve been with my share of men and I can hardly cast stones at women who sleep around, but the girls Mickey likes to hang with are ones who typically exchange sex for money. Maybe not when it comes to him, because older girls seem to really be into his whole bad boy with gray hair thing, but they’re still working girls, even if they give it away for free from time to time.
    Sandra’s Place is an old white Victorian house down on Fairview. On the outside, it looks