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arched eyebrows. “So, he knew?”
    I nod.
    “I wonder who he brought on,” The Cure says. “I’ll see what I can find out.”
    He’ll be back in Colt’s affairs. Just what Colt was trying to get out of when he broke away from the family corporation. I’m not sure I can do anything about it. I don’t know who he hired either. “Do you have his phone?” I ask.
    The Cure tugs it from his pocket. The screen is cracked, probably from the fight. “He’s got a lock code on it. If I have it wiped to get in, I lose the data.”
    I hold out my hand. “I might be able to figure out what it is.”
    The Cure stares at me like I’m a street kid begging for money. I pull back my arm.
    Eve takes the phone from him and walks it over. “Let us know what you find.” She squeezes my arm. “Take good care of her,” she says to Buster.
    And finally, they head out.
    Buster sits in the chair Eve used earlier. I press Colt’s phone against my chest, over my heart. It helps holding something that is his.
    “So, what is your real name?” Buster asks. He stares at the floor. The hospital lights gleam on his bald head.
    “Joanna Mahoney.” I hold tight to the phone. “I was born Joanna Barnes, but my stepmother made me change it to hers when my dad died.”
    “This boy, you roughed him up pretty bad?”
    “Yes.”
    “He deserve it?”
    “Yes.”
    Buster leans back in the chair. “Good enough for me.” His eyes meet mine. “Looks like The Cure is coming around.”
    “He didn’t offer me any money to head east.”
    Buster chokes on a laugh. “You’re probably costing him more than that Annie girl.”
    “You mean the because of the lawyer?”
    “He’s paying your hospital bill, too.”
    “Can he even do that? I’m not family.”
    “Sure. You’re the one who went down there and announced to everybody that you were Colt’s wife.” His eyes have a little sparkle to them now.
    “You heard about that?”
    “Killjoy is friends with one of the guards. They think you’re a little pistol. Not too many girls who would jump a pair of former heavyweight boxers.”
    “Why is this place crawling with men in black suits? You’d think The Cure was a mob boss.”
    Buster folds his hands behind his head. “You’re not far off. He’s got a lot of enemies, and his hands are in a lot of pockets.”
    “Why did you ever agree to let him take over your gym?” The covers are hot, so I kick them away.
    “The Cure helped me out once when I really needed it. I owed him one. More than one.”
    “He really used to train there?”
    “Sure. The Cure was just an upstart fighter then.”
    “Did he always manipulate people like he does now?”
    Buster laughs. “He was more of a charmer then. He had nothing. Came from nothing. Got by on pure grit.”
    “He told Colt that he didn’t want him to make the same mistakes he did. That’s why he bought off Annie and tried to buy me off.”
    Buster kicks out his legs and tries to get more comfortable in the chair. “His first wife sort of trapped him. I was there for that part.”
    I hold out Colt’s phone. I might have been a little cocky when I told The Cure I could guess the code. I don’t know enough about him to be certain. Heck, I don’t even know his birthday or the year he was born.
    But I do know the things he loves. How he wakes up. His lopsided dimples and all the ways his hazel eyes can change between green and brown.
    I press a button to wake up the phone. It asks me for his password.
    The image on the screen is disrupted by the crack, but I know it. It’s the picture from the first time Colt kissed me, when we got caught by the photographers after his engagement announcement.
    And that’s how I know his secret code.
    Kettle Belle.
    I’m in.
    Colt has a flood of text messages from people asking if he’s okay. I recognize a few as fighter names. There’s none from Brittany, so he really must have found a way to block her.
    I switch to his phone log. In the last few