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didn’t see McKenna, or Salim for that matter, visiting or hanging around.
    When they entered East New York, considered one of Brooklyn’s most dangerous neighborhoods, RJ shook his head. He really hoped Salim wasn’t involving McKenna in his dirty dealings with shady people more than she already was.
    He should chill. McKenna was a big girl who gave no indication she wanted him looking out for her, so he wouldn’t.
    The SUV turned onto Linden Boulevard, heading out of Brooklyn and into Queens. RJ gave up trying to anticipate their destination. Which would explain why his jaw dropped when the SUV pulled to a stop in front of a building called Ruby Weston Manor.
    RJ squinted. The building looked like a hotel, but he didn’t think it was, especially when he saw a few people standing outside in nurse’s scrubs.
    McKenna was helped out of the SUV by one of the men with her, and RJ watched as she strode into the building without a backward glance. He noticed, too, that the SUV didn’t budge from its space in front the building, which meant he’d have to get creative if he wanted to know what the hell was inside.
    He parked on one of the side streets and walked the block until he reached the back of the building. Standing there, he stared at the back entrance, casting about for any way to get in. Damn.
    The door opened with a click, and RJ jumped, quickly positioning himself so he didn’t look like he was trying to break in.
    “Hey, man.”
    He turned and nodded to the short older gentleman eyeing him cautiously.
    “Got a smoke?”
    “Nah, just finished my last.” RJ didn’t smoke, but he really wished he’d taken up that particular vice right then.
    “Shit.” The older guy held on to the door, and RJ tried not to let his gaze linger. “You coming in?”
    Hell, yeah. “Sure.” RJ ducked into the shadowed hallway before the guy could change his mind. “Listen, I just spotted a woman come in. Dark glasses, colorful scarf. You seen her?”
    “Oh yeah. Second floor, I think. Room two-oh-five.”
    Jackpot. “Thanks.” RJ ducked into the stairwell, taking the stairs two at a time. He didn’t want to overstay his welcome. The place was small, so it would only be a matter of time before someone realized he was out of place.
    On the second floor, he kept his head lowered, walking down the corridor before he realized he needed to be going in the other direction. He did an about-face, his sneakers squeaking loudly on the polished floors. The place was damn quiet, and he still had no clue what he’d broken into.
    He reached the room he was looking for and stood next to the door held ajar, listening intently at the hushed voice inside. McKenna’s. Pushing the door slightly, RJ poked his head in. He heard McKenna, but he didn’t see her so he stepped inside and closed the door softly.
    He was in a room, a neat one, too. A bed, night table, and small desk occupied the space. McKenna’s voice sounded to his left, and RJ went in that direction. A small door opened up to a caged balcony, and he made out two figures standing, looking out.
    “Look, Momma, it’s us. You and me.” McKenna’s voice was soft and warm, but something else was there too. A plea? “You and me. Kenna? You remember, right? You remember me?”
    “Kenna?” A weak voice broke in. “Where’s Kenna? Where’s my Kenna?” The shrill words rose louder in confused desperation.
    What the hell? RJ crept closer, standing openly in the doorway. McKenna didn’t see him, too busy trying to coax the frail-looking, dark-skinned woman next to her to calm down.
    “Sh h, Momma. It’s me. It’s Kenna.” She touched the woman’s smooth cheek. “I’m here. I’m right here.” She tried to hug her mother, but the woman shrank away in obvious fear, brown eyes much like her daughter’s wild and unfocused.
    “No! My Kenna isn’t here. Where is she?” The older woman looked around frantically. “Where is she? Kenna. Kenna.” Fat tears rolled down her