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chuckles. “Good deflection, my darling, but no, that ship has sailed.”
    “You always tell me it’s never too late to fix things.”
    “Well, sometimes it is.” She says goodbye and disconnects.
    Well, I feel like crap now. My mom is usually cheery and upbeat, but there was such sadness in her voice at the end there, that I feel kind of horrible. Maybe she’s right. Maybe some things can’t be fixed.
    Maybe it’s too late for me and Allegra, too.
    I push that thought from my mind as my thumb hovers over Allegra’s number in my phone. I want to call her to make sure she’s all right, but I don’t want to scare her away any more than I already have. She promised me she would call if there was ever a problem, and so far my phone is silent, so I have to assume that means everything is good.
    Plus there’s Tristan and the pizza bribe. So I figure somehow… I’d know.
    Frustrated, I set my phone down on the table and roll out of bed. Despite getting no sleep whatsoever over the past couple of days, I actually can’t believe I did sleep so long. I’m not usually one for staying in bed, unless accompanied by a wet and willing woman—at least anymore. But the woman I want wants nothing to do with my bed. I have a lot to do if I want to change that. And even more to keep her there for the foreseeable future.
    Now that I’ve had her, held her, kissed her, I can’t go on with my life without her in it. She is mine. I just have to figure out how to convince her that I mean to do whatever it takes to keep her. To do that though, I have to take care of the business I came here to deal with first.
    Once dressed, I quickly eat the bacon and eggs I ordered and head down to the hotel parking garage. There are a few places I need to check so I can locate Theo. The last thing I can do is go knocking on the Flynns’ door and ask Sam if Theo can come out to play. I don’t want Sam to ever know that I had a hand in making his son disappear forever. I want it—no, need it—to appear as if he made that decision all on his own.
    If not for Sam’s sake, then most definitely Allegra’s, although she knows the whole truth. If Theo leaves quietly on his own, it will spare her a whole lot of worry and grief. The problem can go away quickly and quietly before it gives her any more pain and suffering.
    And though I’m quite sure that he’ll take the money, there’s one more alternative.
    She wasn’t entirely wrong. I don’t want to do it…
    But if I have to kill him to keep Allegra safe…
    Then Theodore Flynn will cease to live above ground.
    Keys in hand, I come off the elevator and round the corner. It feels good, knowing that this is almost over, one way or another.
    That light feeling vanishes in a blink as I approach my car, coming to a complete halt. My car. What the fuck happened to my car?
    I take a few slow steps forward. My heart thuds hard in my chest. My blood pressure starts to rise. By the time I am standing next to it, I see only red behind my eyes.
    All four tires have been slashed. The side mirror hangs from a few wires, the glass shattered and scattered on the concrete. Words have been scratched into the black paint, probably with a sharp object like a pen knife. FUCK OFF. GO BACK TO NY. SHE’S MINE.
    I don’t need to guess to know who did this. It shouldn’t surprise me that he discovered I was in town. And it wouldn’t have taken much, especially not for a criminal, to find out where I was staying. How he got into a locked garage with heavy surveillance is a bit of a mystery, but I’m sure he learned a helluva lot in prison.
    I know I had.
    Only two of those words bother me, the rest petty annoyances . She’s mine. They chill me to the core. I remember those words spat at me six years ago and I remember the vehemence in his eyes when he said them. I knew she wasn’t safe, and this just proves it to me.
    Fingers cold, I take out my phone and call Allegra. It goes straight to her voice mail. Cursing, I