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properly, and whoever stitched it up left her looking like a monster. Those women only get work with the meth heads.”
    “That’s horrible,” Grady said.
    Violet shrugged. “The streets are full or horrible, honey.”
    Grady handed each woman a business card. “If you remember anything else please give me a call.”
    He started to move away, stilling when he heard a loud voice berating the two women he’d just interviewed.
    “What are you lazy bitches doing? How do you expect to make your quota if you’re just standing here like the fat cows that you are?”
    Grady swiveled, fixing the man with a hard look. “Do you need to speak to them like that?”
    “Get out of her, Mr. Fancypants,” the man sneered. “You’re clearly not shopping, which means you don’t belong here. Move along.”
    Grady took in the man’s filthy blue jeans and black suit coat – which was at least two sizes too big – and fought the urge to smack him in the face. There were two large goons standing about five feet away, and Grady had a feeling they were hired muscle. Getting in a fight – especially in this neighborhood – was a bad idea.
    “There’s no need to talk to them like that,” Grady pressed. “They’re people, not possessions.”
    “And you’re out of your league, jackass.”
    “Frankie, he was just looking for information,” Pansy said. “We told him we didn’t have any and sent him away. There’s no need to fight. We’ll get to work.”
    Frankie yanked Pansy’s hair viciously. “Don’t ever speak back to me, you ungrateful slut!”
    Grady was moving before he had a chance to think better of it. He grabbed Frankie’s arm, tugging him away from Pansy so he could have a clear field when he hit him. His fist smashed into the man’s face, causing Frankie to grab his nose as the audible crack filled the street.
    “You asshole!”
    The two goons were on him, their meaty hands digging into Grady’s arms. “Let me go!”
    “Let him go!” James joined the fray, grabbing one of the thugs by the back of his coat and dragging him away from his brother. “Don’t touch him!”
    “Oh, good, there are two of them,” Frankie said, touching his nose gingerly. “Kill them.”
    “Run! He’ll kill you. He means business,” Pansy said, crying out as Frankie backhanded her.
    That was all Grady could take. He lifted his leg, kneeing the man he was tussling with in the groin and reaching out so he could get his hands on Frankie again.
    “What the hell?” Finn asked, appearing on the curb next to his brothers. “Why are we fighting?”
    “Kill him, too,” Frankie ordered.
    Finn staggered as one of Frankie’s men punched him in the face, fighting to keep his footing and not leave his brothers vulnerable. “Okay, now I’m pissed.”

Eight
    “What a great way to spend an afternoon,” Mandy said, holding the door of the police station open and ushering the three Hardy brothers out in front of her.
    “I’m sorry,” James said, rubbing the back of his neck as he stared down at his wife’s unreadable face. “Things just got out of hand.”
    “We weren’t charged with anything,” Grady said. “We were just issued tickets for disturbing the peace. They should have just let us go. I have no idea why they called you.”
    “The only reason you weren’t charged is because of Judge MacIntosh,” Mandy replied. “He called in a favor.”
    “What?” James’ eyes widened. “You told him?”
    “He was in my office when I got the call,” Mandy said. “He called down here and talked them out of pressing misdemeanor charges. That’s why you only got civil infractions.”
    “I … shit, baby,” James said. “I’m so sorry.”
    “Get in the car.”
    “We have to go and pick up my Explorer,” James said, his expression worried as he studied Mandy’s clenched jaw.
    “Why don’t we do that,” Grady offered. “We’ll drop it off at your house.”
    James shot him a look. “I can drive my own