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weren’t so many memories, but he knew that he never would. It was strange going through the motions of life without Sarah. Once upon a time he’d thought that she would have outlived him. She was the health-conscious one, the one who ran marathons and even had a membership to the local gym. So how was it that he, her complete opposite, was still alive and kicking?
    The injustice of it all sent Paul reeling and left little for him to look forward to.
    Next month Michelle would be a married woman and probably wouldn’t need him anymore. That knowledge only deepened his depression. He didn’t want to let her go. Not now, not when he needed her. He shook off the notion. He was being selfish.
    Tony was a good man, and Paul had no doubts that his agent would do a good job taking care of his baby. But being the old man they’d invite to dinner out of obligation once, maybe twice a year hurt.
    Michelle had suggested that he start dating again. Dating? Him? The thought was ludicrous. There would never be another woman like Sarah; of that he was sure. So why bother settling for second best?
    In the back of his mind, Paul knew that he needed to be more accepting of Tony as part of the family. It wasn’t that he didn’t like him: Tony was a great guy. It was simply that Tony was taking Michelle from him. He was forcing Paul to realize that she wasn’t a little girl anymore, which was hard as hell to accept.
    When exactly had she stopped wearing pigtails and started wearing makeup? He couldn’t remember. Somehow slumber parties blended with prom night, and hanging out with girlfriends turned into a string of boys tying up the phone lines. In retrospect, everything seemed to race by in a blur and, at times, he found himself wishing more than once for everything to slow down.
    Paul drained the rest of his beer and clicked off his lamp. Tomorrow he would be more open and friendly with Tony and try harder to let go of his daughter.
    Unfortunately, it was a promise he made to himself every night. One day he would make good on it.
     
    Frankie Montello was known throughout the mafioso as a master of his craft. There wasn’t a security system invented that he couldn’t bypass, and the ancient system in place at Dr. Julia Kelley’s home was almost an insult to his sensibilities.
    Once inside, he cast a cursory glance over the home’s modest furnishings. So this was where David Mercer had been hanging out for the last three years—hitched up to some doctor in the suburbs of Atlanta. He guessed that it was as good a place as any. But it wouldn’t exactly be Frankie’s choice if it had been him on the run for his life.
    Frankie moved into the living room, his ears perked for any unusual sounds. A man could never be too careful. As he passed a small secretary, he noticed it was lined with photographs. His brows arched in surprise. He reached out a gloved hand and picked up one of the frames.
    In the picture, David Mercer smiled back at him. Next to him was a woman he assumed to be Dr. Julia Kelley. He had to hand it to David—he chose a real knockout. The woman was a classic beauty, with eyes that resembled a cat’s. In David’s lap sat an adorable little girl who was a replica of her mother.
    He smiled. So David had managed to steal a piece of the American pie. It was almost touching.
    Frankie returned the frame, then looked through the drawer of the secretary. He wasn’t surprised when he came up empty-handed. Where would he hide the stuff if he were David? Hell, it could be buried in the backyard, for all he knew.
    He shook his head at the prospect of digging up the backyard, then realized that would have been too much work for David. Something simpler then, he decided.
    He made it upstairs into the master bedroom and was surprised to see clothes tossed everywhere. Had someone made it here before him? He thought about it and decided not to rule anything out.
    After he’d thoroughly checked the master bedroom, he entered the