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Exhausted.

Scared.

Ash stands beside the door, arms crossed.

"She's being checked over," he tells Mel. "You'll see her soon."

Mel bows his head.

"Thank you."

I look at him.

Part of me wants to put my fist through his face.

Another part remembers the bastard who dragged me out of trouble years ago.

The man who saved my ass when nobody else could.

"Talk," I growl.

He looks up.

"What do you want to know?"

"Everything."

Mel nods.

"Stephens owns the nightclub where David Mercado was killed. But the club wasn't just making money from drinks and music."

Grim settles behind his desk.

"Go on."

"Money laundering. Illegal shipments moving through his warehouses. David found out."

Kierra steps forward.

"David worked at the club occasionally. He handled some of the financial records."

Mel nods.

"That's how he caught it. There were transactions that didn't match the business."

"What happened?" she asks.

"He confronted the wrong man."

"Who?"

"Stephens's business partner. Victor Rainero."

I glance at Grim.

Never heard the name.

Mel continues.