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her eyes were blackened, nearly purple; there were blotches of blood on her cheek. Her face was swollen so much I could hardly believe I was looking at my wife. My beautiful baby.
    I remember there was so much blood, and there were bullet wounds in her back. Why would somebody do that to her? Every time I have that fuckin’ dream I swear that I will find and kill everybody who I think was involved.
    I really believe Kirk knows something. He’s a good cop, and if it weren’t for him, I’d probably still be in jail. Kirk may not know who hired the men who killed Cassandra, otherwise, they’d be in jail, but he knows something. I’ve tried talking to him about it; he said it was police business. Like I give fuck about what’s police business. Somebody knows who hired them, and I’ll find them, and I’ll kill them all. “How’d you know I was havin’ the dream?” I asked Bobby.
    “You always wake up in a cold sweat,” Bobby replied.   “Go ahead and say it.”
    “Say what?”
    “About how you’re gonna find the people responsible and kill them all.” Bobby said the words to me that I always say.
    “ You doubtin’ me?”
    “No, I ain’t doubtin’ you.”
    “Then what are you sayin’?”
    “That you always say that; that’s all I’m sayin’. Shit! Why you gotta get all defensive and shit like a bitch?”
    “So now I’m a bitch, huh?”
    “You know what?   Fuck you,” Bobby said and got up. “Fuck you and this self doubtin ’ bullshit. You lettin’ that dream shit get to you.”
    “How so?”
    “Okay, you say in the dreams you don’t save Shy, never save her. As hard as you try, no matter what you do, Bart always kills Shy. Dream or not, what do you think all that ‘I can’t’ shit rollin’ around in your mind is doin’ to you?”
    At first, I looked at Bobby like he was a fuckin’ fool. But then I thought about the dream I just had. You had a plan the last time and he still killed me. “In my dreams lately Cassandra’s starting to doubt me. Maybe she represented the part of my sub-conscience that is starting to doubt myself.” I looked at Bobby, he was looking at me like I was a fuckin’ fool. “Did that make any sense?”
    “A little.”
    “I could drive myself crazy tryin’ to figure that out. All I know is that I will find the mutha fucka behind it all, and I am gonna kill them.”

Chapter Five
     
     
    It was past midnight when Jackie left Travis’s house. She got in her Porsche Cayman S and drove down Bronxwood Avenue on her way to meet Freeze. It had been almost a week since Travis announced that he was done.
    “Damn,” was all Jackie could say every time she thought about it. How could he just up and quit like that? Quit on her?
    Jackie wasn’t selfish. She understood that he had just gotten shot. “If the situation were different,” she said out loud as she drove. “I’d probably be talkin’ that same shit myself.   But damn.”
    Jackie had allowed herself to believe that once Travis started feeling better he would change his mind, or at the very least, agree to do one last big job. At least that way she would have a stake to go forward with. But that wasn’t the case. Travis was already up and around and had shown no signs of backing down.
    At this point, Jackie knew that she was on her own and would have to come up with a plan if she was going to survive. She had briefly given some thought to trying to get a job as a chemist. After all, she had graduated from Rutgers University with a degree in chemistry and had worked for a few years at Frontier Pharmaceuticals before she was fired for insubordination after refusing to work on a project for Jake Rollins, her former boss on her own time. But that was years ago, before she became part robber, part gambler.
    “Maybe I’ll put together my own robbin’ crew?”
    That was definitely a possibility, but she didn’t have the planning skills that Travis had. She considered bringing somebody in to plan the job,