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“That never works.” She laughs again.

“Now you tell me.” I roll my eyes. “I woke up at his house a few weeks later. I wasn’t sure how I’d gotten there. But apparently someone had tried to drug me… again.”

Her shocked expression is exactly what I would give someone if I found out they have been drugged twice in 6 months..

“Yeah, apparently it’s gotten around to people that I’m naive.” I pause, shaking my head. “I ran and found my way to his house before passing out on his porch.”

“Why his house?”

“I don’t know exactly; I wish I could explain that.”

“What did he do?”

“Took care of me. Apparently, I tried to take his pants off.” It makes her laugh again, tears threatening my eyelids. “He got me to sleep and then went and killed him.”

“What?” she gasps.

“At least I assume he killed him. He told me I’d never have to worry about him again. And that he called Z to help him clean it up.”

“Tell me he didn’t break up with you because you were pregnant. Because they will castrate him for that.”

“He doesn’t know. I’ve been feeling weird the last day or so, and took a test this morning when I got here, you know, to put my mind at ease. Only there was no ease.”

“You just found out?”

“Yeah.” Nodding my head. “It took me a while to fall asleep afterwards, but when I woke up, there was pain and I’m bleeding.”

“Drew…” she trails reaching over to me.

“Oh,” I laugh out, sitting back and looking at her. “And we ran into our wonderful grandmother, threatened to tell Z I was fucking a cop unless we paid her off.”

“Wait,” she pauses, shaking her head. “Terri blackmailed you?”

“Yeah.”

“What a cunt.” She groans out.

22

“What the fuck’s wrong with you?” Matthews asks as he and Sherman sit across the table at McGuire’s again.

“What?”

“You look sad.”

“I am.” I nod my head, downing the rest of my full beer.

“Someone die?” Matthews asks, I can read all over his face that he doesn’t give a shit.

Just glance at him while I shake my head.

“Here.” Collins sits down next to me, handing me another beer.

“What the fuck’s up his ass?”

“He and his girl just broke up.”

Cutting my eyes at Collins as he says it.