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She asks the question although her father had once told her not to ask a question if she didn’t want to know the answer.
     
    Morrison wavers, as if even he is touched by her request. “That all depends on our Mr. Fletcher, doesn’t it?”
     
    “Does it?” Adriana forces her legs to remain upright, just for a few more minutes. “Or are you going to kill me even if he does what you want?” She looks up at him, her chin lifted, a challenge in her eyes. “I’ve seen your faces. I know who you are. I don’t believe that you’re going to just let me go once you’ve got what you wanted. It’s too dangerous for you.”
     
    Morrison raises his eyebrows at her, looking impressed. It’s clear he hadn’t expected her to be capable of such rational thinking, especially when he’s done all he can to keep her in a terrified, semi-paralyzed state. “Clever girl. It really is a shame.” He shakes his head and goes through the door, slamming it shut behind him.
     
    Only when she hears the bolt sliding into place does she allow herself to crumple to the floor, her arms wrapped around her stomach, hugging herself. It was a shame …. that’s what he said . It doesn’t take a mind reader to fill in the blanks. He is saying it is a shame that he is going to have to kill me.
     
     
     

 
    GRAYSON
     
    “Three days, West. She’s been gone for three days and you’re telling me that everything’s under control!” He paces around Adriana’s apartment, the place he’s finally come back to. He’s convinced himself that there’s a clue; something that he must have missed; or, something that will tell him where she is or how to find her. He wonders if he’s come here just to punish himself because the place is full of her—her scent, her brightness.
     
    “I’m telling you that we have to act as if everything is under control, Grayson, even if it’s not.” West’s calming voice on the other end of the line only makes Grayson angrier.
     
    “The fight is tonight, West. We have no fucking clue about where Adriana is or what Morrison has done to her!” Grayson rubs at his eyes, sore from lack of sleep. Tommy and Willow had visited every place that they could think of that might have a basement big enough for Morrison to be hiding Adriana without anyone noticing. They hadn’t come up with anything. Grayson had leaned on every underground element he still had connections with in Philly, but no one knew anything about Morrison’s plan. They were back at square one, with no information and no time.
     
    “You know as well as I do that Morrison likes to make a big show out of everything. There’s no way he’s going to miss being front and center at the fight tonight—if only to rub your face in it.” West sighs heavily, exhausted from the past few days.
     
    “And so what if he’s there? What choice does that leave me with? We’re still in the same position. Either I get the crap beaten out of me by Dexter or Adriana disappears.” Grayson rakes his fingers through his hair, frustrated that all they seem to be doing is going round and round in circles without getting anywhere.
     
    “Have you thought about what I said, Grayson?” West’s voice is apprehensive. It’s clear that he doesn’t want to bring this up again, but he feels like it needs to be said.
     
    “I don’t want to talk about it, West. Not now, not ever.” Grayson grits his teeth against the images that his words have brought to mind.
     
    “In case you hadn’t been paying attention, this isn’t about what you want, Grayson. This is about a shitty, shitty situation and part of that involves the fact that there’s no guarantee Morrison will give Adriana back if you do throw the fight.” West pauses to take a breath and calm himself down. “There’s no guarantee that he’s going to live up to his word; he never has before so there’s no reason he’ll start now.”
     
    “So what? Where does that leave us, West?” Grayson sinks