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texts. They’re on the way up.”
                  Michelle nodded. “Yeah.”
                  Of course Tommy’s brothers would want to lay eyes on him and ensure themselves that he was going to pull through. And what Albie wouldn’t say was that she might want to go for a coffee or something until they were done visiting.
                  “Michelle,” he said, consolingly. “Come on. I’ll walk you to the canteen.”
                  The sharp rap of high-heeled footfalls on the terrazzo preceded a crisp, familiar female voice. “And why would she want you to do that, Albert?”
                  Raven Blake’s mother, Sienna, had been a true conquest for her father: a runway model of cold, statuesque proportions. Raven had inherited her mother’s striking good looks, her slender physique and bold dark hair, but she had Devin Green’s blue eyes, bright with mischief and humor. She was smiling as she closed the distance and joined them, taller than them both in skinny slacks and stilettos.
                  “No offense, brother, but two miserable people shouldn’t keep company with each other in these kinds of situations,” she said, kissing Albie on the cheek.
                  “Hi, Raven.”
                  Michelle felt another stupid wave of emotion take hold of her and stepped into her aunt’s offered hug.
                  “Hello, darling,” Rave said softly into her hair.
                  Michelle could only nod.
                  Raven stepped back and said, “I came as soon as I heard. How’s our boy?”
                  “Awake,” Albie said. “And the blokes are coming up now, so…”
                  There they were. Michelle heard the muffled stampede of their footfalls and saw a whole lot of black leather and denim headed their way.
                  “Ah,” Raven said with complete understanding. “Alright, then, Chelle, let’s go. We’ll be downstairs,” she told Albie. “Let us know when she can come back up.”
                  Michelle didn’t get to argue, but was caught up in Raven’s surprisingly strong arm and steered to the opposite end of the hall, toward the elevators.
                  “Where’s your father?”
                  “Baskerville Hall. He’s trying to figure who that was in the street with us.”
                  Raven made an unhappy sound as they stepped onto the elevator. They were alone in the car, so she said, “I don’t like it. Did they see your faces?”
                  “Unfortunately.”
                  “Hmm.”
                  “If they know who we are, they’ll know we aren’t to be taken likely.”
                  Raven turned a serious look on her. “Hate to contradict you, but they aren’t to be taken lightly.”
                  The story was playing on every television in the canteen. How different the scene looked from the outside, through the lenses of news cameras, while smartly dressed reporters explained the gruesome details.
                  When Michelle ground to a halt, staring at the screen, Raven tugged on her hand. “Don’t look at that. Go find us a table.”
                  She did, noting that her hair stank of smoke and that there was dark grit beneath her fingernails. Would anyone notice? Would the old woman at the next table lift her head from her tea and toast and just know that Michelle had been there?
                  She pulled up the hood of her jacket and tried her best to disappear. She didn’t want to be here in this crowded place. She ought to be upstairs with Tommy. Did he feel abandoned? Or was he glad to get her sad, tearful presence out of the way so he could see his friends…