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pile more shit onto the plate he served up but he didn’t. I shook my head, dismissing the information and strode out of his gym.
    Fucking Bianci .
    Fucking faceless girl.
    I straddled my bike, secured my helmet, and revved my engine. I gripped the handlebars of my bike and bit the inside of my cheek before mumbling a stream of curses and turning off my bike. There was no logical explanation why I turned my bike off and stormed back inside Anthony’s gym. No fucking reason other than I was a glutton for punishment.
    He lifted an eyebrow as he stared at me.
    “Talk,” I growled, dropping my helmet onto the counter and bracing my hands against it.
    “What do you want to know?” He asked, evenly.
    “Everything,” I muttered, turning around to meet his gaze.
    Anthony blew out a breath, taking a seat on one of the bench press machines. “I went to see Vic. It was during the trial and he was still running things from inside. I told him everything, told him you were never going to kill the Fed because he was your brother. I admitted that I was going to turn the other cheek because your word was enough for me, as long as the investigation was dead, that was all that mattered,” he paused, running his fingers through his hair. “He sent me away,” he continued. “Thought for sure he would order a hit on me and a part of me felt like I deserved whatever it was he had in store for me. Not because I went behind his back but because I gave you my word, I would help you and I let you down. Vic was my last hope in getting the goods on Jimmy,” he said, holding my gaze. “I remembered the woman,” he sighed. “I figured since I couldn’t deliver the culprit, I could deliver Danny and at least you’d be able to give your brother a proper funeral.”
    I flinched, I know his words didn’t mean to sting, but they did.
    “So, I went in search of her. She’s like a goddamn phantom,” he hissed, scratching at his jaw. “She was rushed to the hospital that night because she had been badly burned but she was a Jane Doe. No ID on her and if she had anything in the house it had been destroyed. The hospital was a dead end, they just told me she had been there for a few weeks. Fucking patient confidentiality bullshit. The only reason I was able to get her address was because your brother had a second driver listed on his car insurance policy. I followed up on the name, and got the address listed with the DMV. I guess I expected a house, maybe a two-family with a side apartment, didn’t expect the broad to live in the fucking projects.”
    I shook my head instantly. “This is a big fucking waste of time, Bianci. Danny wasn’t the type to date some hood rat from the projects,” I gritted.
    “You want to let me finish?” He asked, leveling me with a stare. “It was easy to put a face to the phantom. She sticks out like a sore thumb in that neighborhood, radiating innocence with that pale skin and blonde hair. Your brother’s girl is no hood rat,” he said.
    I snapped my mouth shut and stared at him.
    “She works at some diner on Court Street,” he continued. “I only followed her a handful of times but from what I can tell she’s a loner,” he added.
    “So what? She’s not my problem, Bianci,” I said, shrugging my shoulders. “If she meant something to him then he should’ve taken care of her. He should’ve set her up in case something happened to him.”
    “Look, we don’t know the details of their relationship. It’s possible they just met before he passed. What I do know is that she didn’t bury him. Last I checked, they still hadn’t released his body. Not to her, not to anyone,” he said.
    I stared at him for a moment, taking in his words, trying to decide what the fuck to do with them or if I should do anything at all. I meant it when I said she wasn’t my problem. I had enough people to take care of in my life. I did my part looking out for all the lost souls I’ve encountered, didn’t see the need