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dinner this weekend,” Evan said. “You agreed to bring the starchy side dish.”
    “Potatoes. Yeah. I remember.”
    “Or pasta, or rice. It doesn’t have to be—”
    “Dylan wants Grandma’s cheesy potatoes.” Enough of the dinner discussion. He needed info on how Devil’s Dust was leaving campus, not a menu.
    “Okay, potatoes,” Evan said. “And yourself. No matter how much you might want to drop off food and run, Grandma wanted us to have a home cooked meal together . We all promised her.”
    “Grandma was out of her sweet mind with dementia when we made that promise,” Mike said. “She thought we were Great Uncle Samuel and Mom.”
    Evan raised his eyebrows.
    Mike pinched the bridge of his nose. “Okay. I’ll be there. Sunday. Five thirty.”
    Evan nodded.
    “I wonder if you—”
    “There you are, Evan!” An old guy came around the corner, wearing a lab coat that fell all the way to the tops of his shiny saddle shoes.
    Evan shot Mike an apologetic look. “This will take a while,” he muttered, then turned to Mr. Frump. “Hello, Dr. Jerrold.”
    “I’ll talk to you later,” Mike said, putting aside finding out how Lauren Kane’s drug—if it was her drug—was getting out of her lab and into the noses and veins of drug addicts.
    “Have a good afternoon,” Evan said, and with that, he stepped around his brother and proceeded down the hall.
    Mike tilted his head until his neck cracked, and then repeated the move on the other side. It was no use. He was going to have to hit the Advil. And he needed to connect with Dylan to ask him what he knew about Lauren’s algae and Devil’s Dust. At least he finally had a lead. Even if it was his own kid brother.
    …
    After a long day of responding to calls about keys that didn’t fit in locks, overflowing dorm toilets, and windows that wouldn’t open, Mike tossed his tool belt behind the seat of his old F-150 and climbed into the cab. He’d rather have been back working as a cop—even directing traffic if he couldn’t be a detective again. But this maintenance gig was coming in pretty handy right now.
    When he’d been fired, he’d already had a lead on where the Devil’s Dust was coming from—the university. He just needed a good excuse to be on campus. Pretending to be a student wouldn’t have worked—he’d have stood out like a sore thumb. So he’d called Jason, the maintenance supervisor, who had worked for Evan’s dad, Lloyd, back in the day. Lloyd taught Mike everything he knew about fixing stuff and had been more of a dad than Mike’s own sperm donor. Jason hired Mike, no questions asked.
    The day had been long and relatively boring, but at least he’d found out where Devil’s Dust was most likely being created. What he hadn’t been able to do was get ahold of Dylan, no matter that he’d tried every which way to Sunday to find him today. Damned kid. The delinquent knew it made Mike bat-shit crazy when he couldn’t find him.
    He stuck his key in the ignition and prayed the old truck would start. It growled to life, and after coughing a few times, settled into a steady rumble. Too bad Dylan’s mechanic dad had been too busy shooting up heroin and beating his stepsons to show them how to do a tune-up on a vehicle.
    As the truck warmed up, he stared through the bug-splattered windshield at the biology building, simultaneously hoping for a sight of the sexy scientist and chiding himself for it. Then, as though Mike had mentally summoned her, Lauren came through the building’s front door, carrying a plastic grocery bag. She skipped down the steps and looked toward the parking lot, right where Mike was parked. The moment she locked gazes with him, she hesitated and lost her footing, flailing awkwardly for a moment. Mike grabbed the door handle, planning to scoop her up if she fell, but she regained her balance. A black plastic bag, like the one she’d shown him a few hours ago, had fallen out of the plastic grocery bag and landed on