place in Tufnell Park, the cool night air helping to sober him up as he ran toward her place. Though it was more of a stagger as he simultaneously ran and dialed Emilyâs number over and over.
This canât be. It just canât. Sheâs too smart for that prick to findâÂ
Lew rounded the corner, and Emilyâs flat came into viewâÂor what was left of it. She lived on the third floor. Sometimes Lew would walk by just to see her pass in front of the windowsâÂwindows that were now just boards decorated with yellow police tape. His breath was coming in pants, and he was having trouble making his legs move toward the building. His eyes fogged, and he had to blink the moisture away to see what he didnât want to see. Then it started building in him, quietly at first, but rising.
â . . . no, no, no, No, No, NO, NO!â And then he was running, his powerful legs slamming the ground with a thwack they could hear all the way back at The Stagâs Horn. Wind buffeted his long duster coat out behind him as he practically flew through the nightâs light rain. He pulled out the key Emily had given him and raced up the stairs. He shot down the hallway and didnât bother with a key when he saw the door was similarly covered in plywood and police tape.
Lew raised one leg and smashed his boot into the plywood. The flimsy material splintered under his force, and he was inside. The smell of gunfire and blood was still heavy in the air.
âEmily! EMILY!â Lew called as he searched every room, but he was the only one there. Back in the living room, he flipped on the lights, and his anxiety doubled. Blood was everywhereâÂon the walls, the floor, even the broken bookshelf. Lew walked over to itâÂthe shelf heâd made for herâÂand saw a tuft of hair snagged in the wood grain. With a shaking hand, he pulled it free and twirled it between his thumb and forefinger. It was Emilyâs. Heâd know her hair anywhere. The last time heâd seen it was hanging in his face as she straddled him, smiling and telling him that she hated how much she loved him.
And that broke the spell.
Lew howled and started smashing things. First what remained of the bookshelf, then the plywood over the windows. He slammed his meaty fists into the wood over and over, until blood splashed from his knuckles, mixing with Emilyâs blood on the floor. Exhausted, he fell down on the ground, his breath coming in hitches. When heâd calmed slightly, he managed to pull out his phone and dial, fighting for control.
âHello?â Jonathanâs sleepy voice said. âWhat time isâÂâ
âJ-ÂJonny. Sheâs gone, man. It was George. That fucker took her. I . . .â Lew fought for control, pressing the index finger and thumb of his free hand against his eyes, forcing the tears out so he could see. âI think sheâs dead.â
Jonathan managed to get most of the story out of Lew as he calmed him down. Lew knew that part of his state was from the drink, but that didnât help.
âNatalie?â Jonathan said when Lew told him about the phone call. âWhat the hell was she . . .â And then Jonathan abruptly stopped talking.
âJonny?â Lew said, getting up and shaking his head to try and clear it.
âWhere are you, Lew? Please tell me youâre not in Emilyâs apartment.â
âUh, well I can tell you that, butâÂâ
âJesus, Lew, get out of there!â
âRelax,â Lew said. âThereâs no way the cops would beâÂâ
Ding.
With the door destroyed, Lew heard the elevator clearly from where he was. And then he realized what Jonathan was getting at. If Canton Georgeâs men had found Emily here, it stood to reason Lew or Jonathan would be somewhere nearby. And if they sat on the place, they might just . . .
Lew heard footsteps coming
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