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Tool’s cell phone number…. Um, I mean, Troy Thompson. He was one of the students there last night.” I bit my bottom lip, annoyed with myself. “I want to help, I really do, but that’s all I know,” I said sadly.
    “Well, there is one more thing you could do that would help,” Falcone corrected. “In light of your condition, we’d like to have someone stay with you until your memories return. We want to be here when they do arise. This way we can get the details fresh and act immediately if needed. Your account is crucial to our investigation.”
    “Yeah, no pressure or anything,” Connor added with an award-winning smile.
    The thing was, the request was actually a relief. Did I feel slightly obligated to help? Yes, but that wasn’t enough to make me open my home to a complete stranger. I didn’t have dumb A-S-S tattooed on my forehead. But I might have been ill-advised there, because I was going to agree to the asinine idea. Not for the investigation, no, but for my own selfish reason. Since the moment the detectives had knocked on my door, I had felt the comfort and safety that had eluded me since waking. I wasn’t ready to let that go.
    “Is it normal to offer to stay at people’s houses?” I asked.
    “N—” Connor started.
    “Yes,” Falcone interrupted loudly. “At times like this it’s important.”
    “But, couldn’t it take weeks?”
    Falcone nodded. “Right now, this is our main case, so we have time and we pride ourselves on giving 100 percent.”
    I studied them. Who was I kidding? There was no way I would say no to them. Sighing, as if I were put out, I said, “Fine, but be warned I’m taking pictures of your big booties trying to sleep on that loveseat. I could even post it on the Internet,” I joked.
    “Oh, joy,” Connor grumbled, eyeing the seat as if it offended him.
    Falcone chuckled. “We will need to settle things at the office, and one of us will grab a change of clothes first.”
    “I’ll walk you out,” I offered, smiling with true ease for the first time that day. As I followed, I noted their backsides were just as nice as their fronts. “Bet you could bounce a quarter on that,” I mumbled, not noticing I’d said it aloud until Connor gave his leather-clad hiney a shimmy and responded, “Never tried, but you’re welcome to give it a go. I have cracked a walnut though. Just watch the shells, those suckers are sharp.”
     

Chapter Three
     
     
    DEAN
     
    I paced the main meeting room on our apartment’s floor, my skin crawling with restlessness. I thought if I kept moving my feet, the deep dread inside the pit of my stomach wouldn’t overcome me. I wished to Christ my other brothers would hurry up and get their asses back home. I wanted… no, I needed information on Julie.
    I rubbed the back of my neck, unease swirling in my gut. I didn’t like what I’d found at the train wreck site. In finding no wandering souls, Warren’s and my suspicions had been pretty much confirmed.
    Kayne had somehow been released and was wandering the streets, leaving destruction in his path.
    “Will you sit the fuck down? You’re giving me a headache,” Warren said with an annoyed growl from his seat on the couch. I turned to him; his grim face mimicked mine.
    “How in the hell can you just sit there?” I asked, throwing my hands up in the air in frustration.
    “Easy,” he replied, and then the smartass leaned back further and closed his eyes.
    “Don’t play with me, brother. You’re just as fucking furious as I am.” Though I doubt he was as anxious as I was to hear about the survivor. I fisted my hands at my sides as I continued my pacing.
    “It may not even be him,” Warren said with a hint of hope.
    “Bullshit, and you know it,” I clipped out. “Where in the hell are they? They should be back by now.”
    “They’ll be here—” Warren paused when the door opened. “—soon.”
    Falcone and Connor walked in with their brows drawn and frowns upon their