He shrugs. “I don’t know. The kids call him The Ghost.”
“So, it wasn’t Micky Lectner who sent you?”
The boy shakes his head. “Micky works for The Ghost. He’s the only one who gets to see him. But Micky is afraid of him, just like the rest of us. The Ghost can find you anywhere. They say he kills you, and then he eats your body, but that can’t be true…can it?”
There are some sick people in this world. “Do you want to keep working for The Ghost?”
The boy shakes his head. “I never did. My brother brought me in when we were just kids. Once I was in, there was no way out.”
The brother could be an issue. “Does your brother want out?”
The boy shakes his head. “They killed him six months ago because he didn’t meet their sales quota.”
The Ghost needs to be buried.
Maddox steps forward. “We can get you somewhere safe and into rehab.”
“Really?”
“Count on it,” Maddox promises.
“Micky Lectner just became my top priority,” I say as we step out of the interrogation room.
“You're going to use him to find The Ghost.” Maddox nods.
“Yeah. And just so you know, Fiona and Daria are moving off The Street today.” There’s no way I’m leaving her here.
“We have security. She wasn’t in any danger.”
I don’t care how much security they have. “Fea is coming home with me.”
“Have fun convincing her of that.”
It won’t be hard.
Moving In
Max
Maybe I should have talked to Fiona before dealing with the stupid kids in Maddox’s sewers. The anger radiating off of her is painful. It’s worse knowing that I caused it.
Not that I regret doing a single thing. Her safety comes first…even above her own convenience, but still.
As we walked to her apartment, all I wanted to do was take her hand in mine and offer her some comfort, but the chasm between us is too big at the moment to overcome with a touch. I’ll get her safely ensconced in my house, and then we’ll sit down in the library and talk until she calms down.
Soon, I’m going to need to talk to Dad about renovating one of the rooms to fit Daria’s book collection. My parents have an extensive library, but hers is vastly larger. There doesn’t seem to be much overlap.
We’re also going to need to renovate a suite for Fiona and me, though I have to figure out her style first. The living room seems to be more about Daria than Fiona, but I could be wrong about that.
As soon as we step into the apartment, Fiona says, “Hope would you mind watching Dash for me for a little while? I need to talk to your dad privately for a minute.” Her voice remains cool and steady, but her eyes are screaming with pent-up frustration. “Max, can we talk?”
That’s definitely not a question. I guess it’s better getting this over and done with rather than carrying it into her moving into my home…our home.
I LOVE the sound of that.
Without waiting for a response from me, she heads towards the hallway. I follow behind, taking in the details so that I can find similar items to make her feel more comfortable.
Turning into her room is like stepping into a different space in the secret part of Fiona’s mind. The space you create tells so much about who you are.
