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and a cold sweat trickling down his back.
    Victor held his eyes a moment longer, then walked over to where Franz had opened the door. The four others were pulling tape, screw drivers and wrenches out of the tool box, and Franz just held the door open. Victor walked to it and looked in. He stopped dead, looked back at Nathaniel, then walked on in.
    Well, there goes the last of my brother’s respect for me. He looked at the baby on his shoulder, and sighed. “Hey. You’re supposed to be sleeping,” he said to the little creature who was looking around with piqued curiosity. “Your daddy’s gonna hate me. I guess I should take what time I can get with you.” He paced around the room, bouncing her to see if she would take a nap.
    Victor was suddenly back in the room. “I asked her if she was working girl. Did she lie to me?”
    “If I could punch you in the face for that question I would. She’s not a whore, asshole.”
    “What the hell is in that room?”
    “Dude, she works at a BDSM club. What the hell do you think it is?”
    He looked back over his shoulder and then back to Nathaniel. “What the hell does she do there?”
    “She a mistress,” Nathaniel bit out. “Why do you think the damn owner is here helping us? If the cops find that room full of her furniture and toys after she just got beaten to a damn pulp, they’re going to draw the wrong conclusions about what happened at the club.”
    Victor stared at him. “I hate you so much. My goddamn life is falling down around me, and now you show me this shit.”
    “I’m not into this,” Nathaniel said. “Well, not that way.”
    “Not what way?” Victor’s mouth fell open.
    “Come on, man. Don’t look at me like that,” Nathaniel said. “Goddamn, now I know what she means. Stop looking at me like that. I love her, damn it. I love her . If her bedroom proclivities are not mainstream, it doesn’t change the fact that I’m in love.” He stuck his finger from his casted hand in Victor’s face. “And you’d better fucking remember she’s your admin. If they find this stuff, they are going to be all over you too. You really want that after all the shit of the past four weeks? You really want my girlfriend’s bedroom habits to wreck your take-down of Tyndale-Dayton?” He took a step back. “Because it will. It will utterly destroy it. And me.”
    “Fucking. Ass. Hole.” Victor poked his chest with each word, then turned on his heel and walked back to the room. Nathaniel had no idea what he was doing. He just started walking with the baby again.
    Franz appeared about ten minutes later, waving him over. Nathaniel put the now sleeping baby in her carrier and joined Franz at the door. “Everything in here can come down. Is this everything?”
    Nathaniel sighed, glancing at Victor. “Check the closet. She was storing stuff in there.”
    “Good.” Franz motioned to the closet door. “Nothing else?”
    “She kept everything but her…personal toys in there. Her stuff is in the bathroom.”
    Franz raised an eyebrow. “Does she still have too many of them?”
    “God, yes.”
    “Go get them. Box them up. Leave one or two of them.” Franz glanced into the room and then back to Nathaniel standing there. “Let it sink in, Walsh. He’s in a pretty bad place right now with all that’s been going on. This is a shock to him.”
    “I know.” Nathaniel heaved a sigh.

Chapter Three

    Nathaniel walked into the hospital room with Franz right behind him. His stomach dropped to his feet, and he felt an uncomfortable lump in his throat. He walked to the bed and looked down at Emmy.
    Her head was shaved where they had stitched up the contusion from the bat and the wound was raw. She was still intubated, the hoses helping her breathe, hiding most of her face. She had an inflatable cast on her arm, from shoulder to below the elbow, and it was strapped across her chest. There were several tubes running out from under the hospital gown and blanket—a drain