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that one, only because I feel completely confident in Dr. Alston’s abilities as well as my newfound sense of hope.  
    Though that doesn’t stop me from pacing the room, thankful that I’m the only one in here.  
    My phone starts to vibrate. Hoping that it will offer some distraction, I pull it from my pocket. My eyebrows knit together.  
    “Blake.”
    “Mikah, it’s Detective Stevens.”
    “Have you caught Riley yet?”
    “No.” So not the distraction I was looking for. “I called because I received your recording. How in the hell did you obtain this?”
    “It’s a simple voicemail recording. Leaving a voicemail is public record.”
    I can hear a heavy sigh on the other end of the phone. “I see your point. How is she?”
    My eyes water almost instantly at his seemingly innocent question, but his sense of guilt is palpable even through the phone. “She’s in surgery, so I don’t know.”  
    “Alright. I’ll try back later.”
    “Detective?”
    Another sigh. “Yeah,” he says, clipped.  
    “How are you holding up?” I ask. Doubtless, his dead officer weighs heavy on his mind.  
    “Officer Anders was a good friend of mine. I’m...” Pause.  
    “No need, Detective. I understand.”  
    “Thanks, Blake.”
    “Yup. When my people get in touch with you, let me know if you need anything from them. Or from me.”
    “Will do. Thanks.”
    “Anytime.” I hear the disconnecting click.  
    I pull the phone from my ear and hit end. I take a step back when I see more of the missed calls. My leg bumps into a chair, so I sit down and begin scrolling through them.  
    Most of them are from Jack, and looking at the time on my watch and the call log tells me that the majority of them were from before Elton left his message. It’s good to know that, had I been coherent and not hearing voices in my head, I would’ve had a heads-up about what he knew before calling me.  
    I go flipping through the emails. I quickly see why Elton knows about my severing ties to Bennett and Lisbon, which means pulling out of the condo project we broke ground on a couple weeks ago. Elton knows that he cannot continue without MSBE’s involvement. Ninety percent of the investors on that project only joined in because I was fronting the majority of it. The project was a major risk, given its location.
    Jack has also forwarded some more information regarding Riley and his involvement in Rebecca’s death.  
    I can’t look at this now. I don’t need to have what could’ve happened to Vivienne shoved in my face.  
    Jesus. Vivienne. She was done, gone, out of Riley’s life, and by the sounds of it, never to return. She could’ve had anything she wanted out of Elton. Or Riley, for that matter. She could’ve used them, blackmailed them, anything. But she didn’t. Why?  
    I know why. She’s not that type of person. Her determination to be independent through all of this is my answer. Whether it is to prove it to herself or not, she’s determined to make it on her own.

Eleven
    A hum radiates quickly through my body as the sound of footsteps registers in my ears. This time it’s light, but doesn’t tickle. Someone that I know is coming?
    After four more steps, a man steps into the doorway. My heart races for that brief second before recognition, and then the humming stops.  
    “Red. What are you doing here?”  
    “I came by to check on you.”
    “How’d you know I was—…”
    “You would think, after the last three years, you would know the answer to that question.”
    I nod my head. “She’s in surgery.”
    “I feel awful about this.”
    I look to him, puzzled. “For?”
    “I was there. Last night. Waiting for her to return home from work. If I’d gotten there sooner I—…”
    “Stop. There was a cop who was killed in Riley’s quest to get to her. Do not think that it would have been any different with you had you arrived earlier.” I lean forward, resting my elbows on my knees, and look down at the