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whispered. “The detectives will figure out what’s happening. These guys are good. What’s important is you’re okay. You’re safe.”
    She didn’t see how they were going to find the injured man before it was too late. As far as her being safe… God, she’d lived the last nine years trying to feel safe and knowing everything could change in an instant. For the second time in her life, it all had.

    Kwami paced his Culver City apartment waiting for news. The downstairs neighbor he’d hired to clean hadn’t shown again and his place was a pit. Beer bottles overflowed the trash can and empty plates littered the chipped white tile counter. His dirty clothes lay in a mound in the hallway because he didn’t have any fucking time for laundry. It was way past time to move out of this dump, but that wouldn’t happen for another couple of years, not until Mal graduated college.
    The phone rang—finally—and he snatched it off the table and checked the screen. Damon. “Talk to me.” It was almost one already. Waiting had been agonizing.
    “I got her,” Damon said. “She just came out of the police station. She’s with the same group of people from the concert and I swear one of them is Julie Fraser. Can you believe it? Julie fucking Fraser.” He laughed. “Must be California. Didn’t deal with shit like this in New Jersey. Anyway, I’ll follow her home. It won’t be long now.”
    “Just get her fucking name. I don’t care how you do it. I want her name and I want an address.” He pulled the kitchen chair back and sat down.
    “You’ll get it. Quit snapping at me.”
    “If you weren’t such a douche bag, maybe I would. You put us in this position, so you better fucking fix it. I told you we were only supposed to scare him. You fucking sliced Berman in two. What the fuck?”
    “Stop ragging me about it. I told you, the little shithead lifted up into my knife after I tackled him. Besides, he got what he deserved. It was going to happen sooner or later. Did you dump him?” Damon asked.
    “Yeah. He’s gone. You’re fucking welcome.”
    Damon laughed. “Try doing an Internet search of Julie Fraser. Maybe you’ll find a picture or article with this chick. They seem pretty tight. Hey. Gotta go.”
    “Don’t lose them.”
    “Not a chance. I had to fucking shave off my ’stache because of this bitch. She’s not getting away from me.” Damon’s Fu Manchu had been too recognizable and she’d gotten too good a look at Kwami when she’d originally come out of the door, so Damon had taken a pair of scissors then an electric razor to remove his signature look. He’d added a baseball cap and sunglasses, and Kwami had sent him to mill around the scene like all the other idiots watching the cops and, more importantly, watching their girl.
    The call ended and Kwami tossed the phone onto the table. He shoved back and the chair slammed into the floor. There shouldn’t have been any witnesses. He couldn’t afford the attention. Shit. Once the boss found out, if the boss found out, his ass was going to be in a giant sling.
    His mobile rang again. Now what? But when he checked the screen and saw his brother’s name, his anger evaporated. “Hey, what’s up? Everything okay?” The kid probably needed money.
    “Dude, you won’t believe this.”
    Kwami pictured Mal’s gap-tooth grin and a shot of brotherly love warmed his cold heart. “What? You won the lottery?”
    “I got a fucking ninety-four on my English test! A ninety-four! Can you believe it? Oh man, I am freaking out!”
    Pride burst in Kwami’s chest. “That’s great. I said you could ace that test, didn’t I? You just have to do the work.” He looked around his pit of an apartment as Mal rambled about the essay he wrote and decided the sacrifice was worth it. “Do you need any money?” he asked when his little brother stopped for a breath.
    “I think I’m good this month. I’m learning to budget a little better.”
    “Well, hallelujah