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tired, I’ll just pick up my car and head back to my apartment.  I have work in the morning.  One of the Tiburons’ cases as a matter of fact.”
    “Bullshit.”
    “Morales.  Busted for assault and possession of a stolen firearm.”
    “Oh yeah.  I remember that.  How’s that case looking?”
    “Iron clad.  He’s going away for a while.”
    “What a stupid fuck.”
    Marc turned off the interstate into the city.  Forty minutes later they were at Ace’s house.
    “Here’s your cut.”  Ace passed him an envelope of cash.  Marc tucked it in his back pocket.  “Keep driving like that and you won’t have to worry about working your nine to five.”
    “I like my nine to five.”  Marc turned and sat in the seat of his rented Ford Taurus.  Not the type of car he was accustomed to. 
    Marc returned home to his apartment and collapsed into his bed.  He fisted his sheets and thought of his future.  If he even had one.
     

RECOVERED
     
    Mercy
    A year had passed.  The charges against Marc were entirely dismissed and the man who hit her still remained at large.  It nearly consumed her.  She wanted justice, retribution for that coward’s actions.  And Marc.  He’d never come.  Didn’t answer his phone.  Had moved from the address listed on the police report.  He was a damn ghost.
    “How does it feel?” Her rehabilitation specialist asked her.
    Mercy held onto two metal handrails and walked slowly toward the portly woman who’d become a close friend.
    “Feels better than my last one.”  Mercy let go of the rails and walked cautiously without assistance.
    “Doing good there girl.”
    “It feels good.”  Mercy looked down at her new leg.  Her first one had been painful and didn’t fit properly.
    “If it feels uncomfortable, you call your specialist and get right in.  Don’t wait like you did last time.”
    “I wanted to give it time to get adjusted to it.”
    “Mhm.  You just didn’t want to go to the doctor again.”
    “You know me too well Rosa.”  Mercy sat down.
    For the next hour they worked together.  Mercy exercised on a treadmill trying to adjust to the new limb.  It would be a while before she could wear the leg for more than an hour at a time without it hurting like a son of a—.
    “I’ll see you in a couple days?”
    “I’ll be back next week.  I’m taking a few days off.”
    “Doing anything fun?”
    She had an agenda.
    “Just going to take it easy and relax.”
    “You deserve to.”  Rosa patted her good knee.
    Mercy grabbed her crutches and Rosa followed her outside with her metal limb.
    “You take care girl.”  Rosa put her appendage in the back seat and gave her a hug, Mercy returned it.
    “Thank you.  You too.” 
    Rosa walked back into the rehab center and Mercy started up her Jeep Grand Cherokee.  A half hour later she was back at her house in Bellview. 
    The past year had been full of trials and tribulations.  There were days when she wanted to give up.  There were days she wanted to jump in a boxing ring and just thrash someone, anyone, for no reason.  And today, today she just wanted answers. 
    “I’m on my way home, I’ll be a few minutes late,” Mercy said into the phone.
    “I’m here.”
    “I won’t be long.”  Mercy hung up the phone and felt butterflies in her stomach.
    A silver Ford Explorer was parked in her driveway.  Mercy didn’t bother to grab her prosthesis, immediately hobbling to the Explorer with her crutches.  A man opened the door and stepped down.  He was in his fifties, had white hair and silver rimmed glasses.
    “It took some time, but I have your information.”
    “Come on in.”  Mercy unlocked the front door and he followed her to the dining room table.
    “This is the Marc Foster you wanted me to find, right?”  James, her private investigator, said.  He placed a picture of Marc on the table.
    “That’s him.”  Her throat closed slightly.  “Where did you find him?”
    “He lives in