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I’m home in no time. My neighbors must think I’m a recluse because in all the months I’ve been here, I haven’t met a single one of them. During my periods of gravest pain, I’ve wondered if they can hear me crying out. They never knock so I guess they can’t. I’m glad for that—I couldn’t answer the door anyway.
    After I make a sandwich and eat, I dress and head back out to Dirty Sixth. I know I’ll be able to score another Xanax from my connection at Red Skies. If they’re not there, they’ll be at the Hairy Hound, or one of the other clubs on Sixth Street. My mood lightens as I get closer to my destination. It pains me to think how much further away from my dreams of becoming a marketing expert I get each day. Before too long, it will only be a memory from the distant past.

 
     
     
    T he teams are positioned in the same places as we were last night, with one exception. Dylan is in Red Skies with me. After our debriefing, we decided to tail Onyx Eyes to see if we would have any hits. There’s something odd about her, though, and it has my wheels spinning. When we ran an ID check on her using the photos I took last night, we only came up with a blank slate. There weren’t any matches in the system. That doesn’t necessarily mean anything yet but I have Huff looking into it. I’m sure we’ll hear something from him by tomorrow morning.
    Tonight I’m sitting at the bar in the back and Dylan’s in the front. I don’t want her to think I’m following her if she comes in. Before I even spot her, I notice the two guys she bought her shit from last night. They’re in my sights too —this may be part of their plan.
    “Lone Wolf to Delta Mad Dog. Do you copy?”
    “Copy , Lone Wolf.”
    “We’ve got Can dy Men on premises. Brown shirt, skull and crossbones and a Linkin Park baseball hat and then plain navy T-shirt, shaved head, spider tat on neck.”
    “Copy that . Candy Men in sight.”
    I sit back and watch the scenery. Girls danc e with girls and guys break into the scene. Things are pretty calm. The Candy Men make the rounds, selling their stuff, and then I see her. She’s weaving her way through the throng, headed right toward me. I don’t want to be recognized, so I pull my cap down lower and look to the back of the room.
    “Lone Wolf to Delta Mad Dog. Onyx Eyes is on premises. Grey Metallica T-shirt, jean shorts, cowboy boots, long black hair. Headed to the back. You copy?”
    “Copy that. Got her in my sight.”
    She’s drinking a bottled beer tonight and takes a sip as she approaches her source s. They make their exchange and she downs whatever it is she just scored. Then she scans the crowd and continues toward me. I don’t notice anything suspicious until a few minutes later when I see two guys approach her. One stands on either side and they start talking to her. She shakes her head a few times and they leave. Everything seems okay as I watch her move to the dance floor. Whatever she took is hitting her now because I’m close enough to see her movements change. The question nags me as to why she feels the need to take drugs, but I push it away.
    The rule I always follow is to not get involved with the subjects in my cases. If I can just convince my dick of that, I’ll be in great shape. Right now, it’s not cooperating. One look at Onyx Eyes in those damn jean shorts and Mr. Cocky is all fired up.
    “Delta Mad Dog, you watching all of this?”
    “Copy, Lone Wolf. Eyes on them.”
    “Copy.”
    She’s still dancing when I see those two dudes approach her again. They act like they want to dance with her. The expression on her face tells me everything I need to know, but I stay put. No interference until necessary is the plan and right now, they’re just two guys hitting on an attractive girl. She shakes them off and heads back to the bar I’m sitting at. She leans her back against it as she scans the crowd. I’m wondering if she’s uneasy or just taking a break. And here