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need to pick up my dog."
    Knight nodded and started toward me, grasping each of my shoulders in his large hands. "Okay, I understand. If you want company, you know who to call." Then he bent down and kissed me on the lips while my heart broke.

Three
     
    When I opened my front door, my eyes fell on a manila package lying on my doormat. Sighing deeply as I figured the package couldn't contain anything good (I mean, I hadn't ordered anything so it wasn't like I was expecting it), I leaned down and picked it up. Not only was there no return address, but there was no address, period. It had just been left blank. Yep, this was definitely something ominous but I tore open the seal , all the same . Inside I found a white piece of paper folded in half. I opened it and read:
                  D, This is for when I need to get in touch with you. More later.
    Quillan hadn't signed his name, but he didn’t have to—I knew his handwriting as well as my own. I further searched inside the package and retrieved a cell phone. It wasn't anything high-tech or sporty. It just looked like a run-of-the-mill, old school cell phone. I had to imagine it was pre-paid and therefore untraceable. So now I really was on call for my father, twenty four/seven.
    Great. Just great.
    Jamming the phone into my purse, I plodded toward my only means of transportation, my motorcycle, a Suzuki DL 650. Well, that wasn't totally true. Recently, Knight had gifted me with a much faster and nicer motorcycle, but I couldn't bring myself to ride it. Not now after everything that had happened, and not knowing what I still had to do. I threw on my helmet, hopped on the bike, and headed for ANC headquarters where I knew I'd find Knight.
    It took me maybe fifteen minutes to get there—I hadn't allowed for traffic. Once I pulled up to the white, nondescript building, I felt my heart start thudding in my chest as I realized the weight of what I was about to attempt—I was going to beg for my job back. Having been retired as an ANC regulator for a few months, I'd been helping Knight out with cases whenever he needed an extra hand. Now I needed to be much more than that. I needed to be reinstated as a Regulator, in the employ of Splendor ANC, per my father's orders. And even though I'd always loved my job, now I was coming back to it for all the wrong reasons.
    I parked the bike and took off my helmet, tucking it under my arm as I started for the double doors. Opening them, I waved to Elsie, the receptionist, who looked surprised to see me.
    "Hi, Dulce!" she called out pleasantly, standing up, as if to get a better look at me.
    I smiled and placed my helmet on the counter. "Hi, Elsie, I'm here to see Knight. Can you ask him if he can spare a few minutes?"
    "Sure thing," she said with a smile and speed-dialed him, announcing my arrival. I could hear him on the line telling her to send me in immediately. He sounded as surprised as Elsie had been when I walked through the doors. She hung up and motioned down the hallway. "He's all yours." She swallowed and then another sweet smile claimed her lips again. "It's really good to see you again, Dulcie."
    "Thanks, Elsie, and good to see you too," I said as I hauled my helmet back under my arm and started the trek down the hallway. I waved to my old coworkers as I passed their offices. Reaching my old desk, I noticed it was empty but Trey was still sitting at his desk, which was just across from mine. Some things hadn't changed.
    "Yo, Dulce," he said in a nasally sort of voice. Then he held up one finger as if to say " give me a minute " . He scrunched his eyes together and lifted his head, inhaling three short breaths as if he were wrestling with a sneeze. Eventually the sneeze won and exploded out of his mouth in a brash display of spit. Trey DNA bathed everything within a two-foot radius around him. Thank Hades I was standing a good four feet away. Afterward, he reached for a wadded-up and wet looking napkin from his