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the key in the keyhole but my hand is shaky and I have to use two hands to slide it in.
    Declan…Mona…Mickey…they’ve always had my back. I never needed to worry about trouble because I never found myself in any amount of trouble that they couldn’t help me out of. Now, I have no one. I told Mona I can take care of myself and now when I have no choice I’m not sure that I can. I don’t even know how.
    The Dantes will come for me. I know it. They’ll assume Mickey will reach out to me. Hell, I assume it too, but what if he doesn’t? What if that’s it? What if I never see him again? What if he’s dead, too? Then they’ll torture me as I tell them ‘I don’t know’ and they’ll call me a liar.
    Fuck.
    After the lock clicks open, I take a breath and open the door, only to find myself at the end of a double-barreled shotgun. Holy fuck! I yelp and jump backward, my side colliding with the doorframe. I curl my hands into a fist, my keys jutting out between two of my fingers to use as a weapon. I’m about to scream for help when the light flicks on and I see his face.
    I push the barrel away and wrap my arms around his neck. My whole body instantly relaxes as I melt against him. “Oh, Mickey! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”
    “I know, kid. I saw you checking out the Laundromat, but Jimmy’s bitches were watching and I couldn’t approach you. Couldn’t approach you at Sandra’s, either.”
    “What is going on? The police told me Mona was murdered.”
    “I know. We don’t have much time.” He removes my arms from around his waist. “Get your shit. We need to leave.”
    He pushes past me and storms over to my dresser. I peek my head out the open door and glance in the hallway, looking both ways to ensure there’s no immediate danger. Satisfied when there’s no one there, I shut the door and lock it. Mickey is in my closet now, pulling things out and tossing them on the floor.
    “What’s going on? Declan and Evie are in protective custody. Nothing is making sense right now.”
    “You have a bag packed? For emergencies?”
    I nod.
    “Get it. We need to leave right now.” His voice carries an edge and my heart skips a beat. Emergency bag? Being associated with the Dantes, I know that any minute I might need to run—for my life, from the law—in a hurry. So I always keep a bag packed. I’ve spent years here and I never thought I’d need it, but here I am, with Mickey in front of me, sweating like a whore in church.
    “Mona killed her husband years ago and she felt the need to share that piece of information with the Dantes last night.”
    “What? Why?”
    “It’s a long fucking story, kid. And we don’t have time to waste. The short of it is: the Dantes want me to come in and I ain’t about to do that. They know I ain’t going to let this shit lie.”
    “And Declan?”
    “We don’t have time for this!”
    “You’ve worked for them for years. Maybe they’ll trust you enough to let this go if you walk away. The cops said whoever killed her is dead.”
    “Your aunt fucked us. She was wearing a wire when she was shot.”
    I pause, and let that thought sink in. “Mona wouldn’t do that.”
    “Well, she fucking did, so get your stuff. The Dantes want blood and so do I. They won’t listen to a word I say right now.”
    Most of my stuff is ready; my passport, some tip money—at least a grand—and some clothes. I kick off my heels and slide into some running shoes. I don’t work out and I don’t ever wear sneakers, but I bought this pair especially for something like this.
    Mickey goes to the window as I grab some pictures off my dresser, one of Mona and I at the beach when I was much younger, and one of my mother holding me before she left for the last time on a plane. Mickey cracks the window and opens it wide. He puts one foot out on the fire escape landing while keeping the other inside. The breeze whirs inside, making my long curtains whip about, hiding Mickey behind