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had disappeared.
    She held the shotgun at waist-level and started toward the master suite. The half-speed fog of her hangover was replaced with a throbbing vigilance and a metal taste in the back of her throat that had come only a handful of times in her life—fights in prison, the three occasions she’d faced a judge to be sentenced, her father’s funeral.
    She entered the master suite again. Steam poured out of the bathroom and Arnold stood in the doorway with his back to her. She felt lightheaded and weak, unable to summon her voice just yet, not fully committed to the idea of being in this moment.
    Arnold walked into the steamy bathroom and Letty edged farther into the room, past the unmade bed and the stair climber, the shotgun trained on Arnold’s back through the open doorway, slightly obscured in the mist.
    “You have a shotgun pointed at your back.”
    He flinched at the sound of her voice. “Don’t turn around. Don’t move. Drop the gun.” Arnold didn’t move, but he didn’t drop the gun either. “Don’t make the mistake of thinking I’ll tell you again.” It clattered on the tile. “Kick it away from you.” The gun slid across the floor, coming to rest against the cabinets under the sink. Letty closed the distance between them, now standing in the bathroom doorway, close enough to smell the remnants of his cologne. “Keep your hands out in front of you and turn around.” When he saw her, his eyes betrayed only a glimmer of surprise. “Sit down, Arnold.” He sat at the base of the shower as Letty stepped into the bathroom, clouds of mist swirling between them.
    He said, “What are you, a cop?”
    “I was in your room yesterday afternoon when you and Chase came in. I hid in the closet. Heard everything you said.”
    “So you’re a thief. That means we can work this out.”
    “How’s that?”
    “Can I get something out of my pocket?”
    “Slowly.”
    He reached into his fleece jacket, withdrew a set of keys, let them jingle. “The 4Runner’s new. There’s a briefcase with twenty-five thousand in cash in the front seat.”
    “I know about the briefcase.”
    “I can just go home. That’s a good score for you Letty . Bet you never had a payday like that.”
    “And you go back to doing what you do?”
    He smiled, shook his head. “The people I work for…if they want someone dead, that person’s going to die. It’s their will that causes it to happen. Not mine. They pull the trigger. I’m just the bullet. The damage. And I’m not the only bullet. So really, Letty . Why get yourself tangled up in this? You’re a thief, a tweaker . You been to prison?”
    “Yeah.”
    “So why not stay out of the affairs of the spoiled rich? Why do you care so much to interfere? To put yourself at risk, which you’ve done?”
    “Late at night, when you’re alone, do you ever feel like somewhere along the way, you crossed this line you didn’t see? Actually sold your self out?”
    Arnold just stared at her as the shower beat down on the stone.
    “I thought I was completely lost, Arnie . And then I found myself hiding in that closet in your room, and I saw a chance to go back to the other side of the line.”
    Letty heard the closet door swing open. Daphne came and stood beside her.
    “My husband paid you to kill me?”
    Arnold made no response. Daphne walked over to the sinks, bent down, picked up his gun.
    “You shouldn’t touch that, Daphne. The police are coming.”
    “Not yet they aren’t.”
    “What are you talking about?”
    “You’re an ex-con. I don’t want you taking any flak considering you were stealing from the guests of the Grove Park Inn when you got involved. Take his car and his money. I’ll call the police after you’re gone.”
    “That’s your money, Daphne.”
    “No, it’s Chase’s.” She aimed Arnold’s gun at him. “Keys.”
    He tossed them to Letty .
    “I don’t want to leave you here alone with him, Daphne.”
    “I’ll be all right.” She took the