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My attention immediately went to where he was passed out on his bed as I strode in.
I didn’t stop moving, I just smacked his back on my way to open his blinds.
He jumped off his bed, his arms up and hands curled into fists. Facing away from me. “What? Come at me, you fuck. What?”
I knocked on the wall I was leaning against and waited for him to turn to look at me.
The sleep immediately cleared from his eyes when he saw me, and anger filled its place. “Can I help you?”
“Need to talk to you.”
“Unless it’s about the ghost, I don’t wanna talk.”
I shifted my head in the slightest shake. “It’s not. But I’ve been following and digging nonstop since we last talked. There’s still nothing. He is a ghost . . . or Mickey’s just bullshitting, and there’s no one.”
Beck lifted a brow. “What, you finally had time to do what you promised? Trouble in paradise?” An irritated laugh punched from his chest. “Are you surprised? Did you forget what she is?”
I slid a knife from my pocket. “This is the only warning you’ll get. Don’t talk about her like that.”
He eyed the knife then gave a hard nod.
“I need to know about the people Jessica’s mom owes. Who she owes.”
Beck just continued to stare at me.
“Who is she paying?”
He shrugged. “Me.”
I gripped the knife and clenched my teeth. “Unless you want to explain the bruises on her neck . . . who else?”
He sucked in a breath and held it in as his head dropped back. When he ran his hands over his face and gripped at his beard, he finally let the air out in a hard rush. “Jesus fuck. Kieran, man—”
I threw the knife to the right of his head and had another ready before the first was sticking out of the wall.
“Jesus fuck, man, fuck. Let me talk!”
“Talk faster,” I said on a growl.
“I didn’t fucking do it. You know I wouldn’t,” he said quickly, holding his hands out in front of him. “But I was trying to figure out how to explain it without you throwing a goddamn knife at me. And you did it anyway.”
I stared him down for a few seconds before folding my arms over my chest. “Explain.”
“It’s not the first time she’s had them.” He held his hands to his chest and said, “I fucking lost my mind the first couple times, but she just laughed. You know that damn laugh? She laughed like she thought it was the funniest damn thing that I was worried about her.”
I didn’t tell him that she hadn’t laughed with me.
I waited for him to continue.
“You know I already hate what she does. I don’t want to think about what she does with those guys. Especially when they leave marks on her like that. So I don’t talk to her about it now.”
Beck was an idiot. “How often does it happen?”
He let loose a ragged breath as he thought. “I don’t know. In the ten years I’ve known her, I’ve seen it four . . . maybe five times. I don’t know, could be more. Maybe double.”
I nodded and forced myself not to throw another knife near him just to scare him for being blind. “It’s not one of her clients.”
“Clients,” he said, scoffing.
