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to Hunt. If the goon had dragged Kelton out with him, I had to make sure Kelton was okay.
    What could Pitt possibly need my help with? It didn’t matter. Aside from the need to lay eyes on Kelton, I needed to hear Lacey’s voice. Right about now, I’d even be happy to hear her voicemail message. She had a way of calming me.
    I bagged the elevator and took the stairs. The adrenaline was pumping through my veins faster than the speed of light. If I didn’t keep moving, I’d collapse. What a fucked-up night. We were supposed to be rooting for Kross and having a good time. Instead, we ended up fighting to stay alive.
    Once I made it onto the street, the line connected and her sultry voice filtered into my ears.
    “Hey,” she said in a soft but low tone.
    I relaxed my shoulders, closed my eyes, and let out a huge breath. When I opened them, Kelton was standing at the corner, battered and bruised, seemingly okay since he was arguing with one of the steroid twins. Across the street, Kross and Kody were just exiting the gym. I tipped my head at Kelton, and they both hurried to his side.
    Sirens wailed in the distance.
    I looked up at the dark sky. Everything was right in the world. Even if I suddenly felt like I’d lived forty years since the boxing match.

Chapter Four
    Lacey
    M y life had settled somewhat since Dad and I moved to Ashford, Massachusetts, about eight months ago. At first, the pressure of a new school and a new place heightened my panic attacks and blackouts. Somehow, though, when I started dating Kade, my PTSD symptoms lessened. Plus, my sessions with Dr. Davis were helping. I still had nightmares, but they weren’t as frequent. I still panicked but have had only three blackouts since the move. As I learned my triggers, I tried to push past the pesky demons in my head. Despite that, sitting in an interrogation room of the LAPD waiting on Detective Fisher stirred up the bad memories of the dead bodies, all the blood, and my mom’s lifeless brown eyes.
    I shivered as my phone rang, breaking the silence. It was Kade. “Hey.”
    “Why haven’t you returned my calls?” he asked. His tone held a mixture of emotions. I couldn’t quite figure out if he was frustrated, angry, or sad.
    “I can’t talk right now,” I said as Dad, who sat to my right, raised an eyebrow. I figured he could hear Kade, he was talking so loud. “I’m in a police station, and—”
    “What? Why? Are you okay?” There was no mistaking the panic in his voice now.
    Detective Fisher, a large man, walked in with a folder in his hands. Rob, who sat to my left, kicked me under the table.
    “Baby, I’m fine. I promise. I need to go. I’ll call you later. Okay?”
    “If you don’t, I’m flying to California tonight.” The phone went dead.
    I didn’t doubt him. He always backed up his words with action. One of the qualities I loved about him. Also one I didn’t. If he ever said he was going to kill Greg Sullivan, then he would, and that frightened me. Not that I liked Greg. The guy was an asswipe. Between my family and the Maxwells, death had been a staple in our lives. I didn’t need to see anyone else die and neither did Kade, not even his enemy.
    “I’m sorry to keep you waiting,” Detective Fisher said as he sat down at the opposite end of the table from me and placed the folder on the table. “Thank you for coming in.”
    I’d met the detective briefly when he was trying to ask me questions the night I’d found Mom and Julie. He hadn’t changed that much. He still had a big belly and a bald head. He seemed like a nice enough man. Since it was always my dad who spoke to him, I wasn’t sure how hard he’d been trying to crack our case.
    “I won’t go into all the details. We’re working on a strong lead, and I would like to ask you a few questions.”
    I straightened my spine and clasped my hands together on the table, excited that I might finally get closure. When we’d first moved to Massachusetts from