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like a family home, with shutters, rose bushes, and lawn gnomes. On the inside, it’s all business. And it’s owned by the Dantes—the girls all foreign and illegal either by age or by nationality. Sandra is the woman who manages it, and she’s tough as nails. Like a weathered and heavier version of Mona. Mickey’s regular date, Fancy, works there five evenings a week out of seven.
    “Haven’t seen her,” Sandra says as she tosses a boa over her shoulder.
    Sighing, I shift my weight to my other foot as I stand in the entryway of the house. “Can I leave you my number?” I ask.
    She eyes me, not suspicious like, but in a way that makes me believe I need to offer her some incentive. I reach into my bag and pull out a twenty after jotting my number down on the back.
    Sandra stuffs the twenty in her ample cleavage, down deep, past the heart tattoo on the left breast and the cross on the right. “I’ll pass on the message.”
    “And if you see…if you see my Uncle Mickey, could you ask him to call me too?”
    “Mickey?” she says with a sneer. “Mickey Bilski?”
    I nod slowly, wondering why the hell she looks so pissed off. He might be one of her best customers.
    She glances around and then walks to the door with me practically tripping on her stilettos. When I’m on the other side of the door, under the cover of the porch, she lowers her voice and all but whispers, “They’re watching.” Her eyes roll up and to the left and I spy the camera up high in the corner of the porch. “I can’t help you. They’re looking for him.”
    “The Dantes?”
    “Don’t come back here.”
    She attempts to slam the door in my face but I push back on the door, refusing to let her dismiss me. “Please!”
    She shoves hard and the door slams shut, the glass vibrating within the dark-stained frame. I slap my open hands against the glass, kick the door. “My aunt is dead!” I scream. “Please. Tell me what the hell is going on!”
    The lights in the entryway to Sandra’s turn off, casting the house into shadows and I’m left to stand on the porch in the dark, confused, and breathing heavy from fighting to get back in the house. “What the hell is going on?” I whisper. They’re looking for him , she said. She can only mean the Dantes or she would have helped me. None of this makes any sense, but it certainly adds credence to what the cops were trying to sell me in my apartment. Mickey is in danger and I could very well be, too.
    As I hurry back to the car I borrowed from Mona’s garage, I fish my phone out of my purse and scroll through my phone numbers, looking for someone I can pump for information, someone who works around the Dantes but not necessary for them. Someone I can trust. Someone who’s not loyal to them. But as I look through all the numbers there isn’t a single name I find that I can bet my life on. That doesn’t mean I give up, though. I keep looking, driving around all night, hoping to glimpse Mickey’s old fixed-up sedan. Only when I’m yawning and fearful of going off the road do I finally head home, defeated. I promised I wouldn’t cry, wouldn’t cry ever again, but my eyelids feel like dams, no longer able to bear the weight of my tears.
    So they fall, no matter how hard I try to fight them; they fall hard and fast, blurring my vision. I pull over on the side of the road, unable to see, and pound the shit out of my aunt’s steering wheel. Shout every obscenity I’ve ever heard and make up some of my own.
    I need you, Mickey. God, I need you so much right now. “Where the hell are you?”

Chapter Four
    T he elevator dings and opens to the hallway of my apartment floor. With my head bowed, I trudge forward, dipping my hand into my large purse to search for my keys. I feel the metal and hear the clank of the keychain as I pull them out, snatching the key to my apartment door. If the Dantes are looking for Mickey, it’s only a matter of time before they come looking for me. I try to fit