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Vana: Maybe. Did you know the last time he went to rehab, one of his stalkers broke into the facility?
Me: Jesus. Your family is so fucking unlucky.
Vana: YOU are our family too. Stop excluding yourself.
Vana: I'm not the only one who's going to regret our dinner.
Me: Why?
Vana: He told Mom about it.
Me: So?
Vana: She wants to see you.
Me: Then she can go fuck herself lol.
Vana: She might like that though.
Me: Hahahahahaha.
Vana: :P
Vana: Don’t expect to get out of this lol.
Me: I’d like to see your dad.
Vana: They come together as a pair.
Me: I GTG.
Vana: No, what a surprise lol.
Me: Not because of the conversation. I’m waiting for someone. They showed up. TTYL.
Vana: Okay. TTYL. BTW the last of the articles goes live today. All those politicians’ dirty secrets are out in the open.
Me: Good. Lay low on the writing front for a while. I’m shifting focus to the Interpol department handling the Sparrows and this charity Rachel has started. You okay with covering society events?
Vana: Duh.
Though I knew she’d continued the conversation, my focus was elsewhere.
When Priestley O’Reilly pushed the front door to her building open, I was there, shoving alongside her. My phone slipping into my coat pocket as I finished talking to Savannah and concentrated on my real reason for being out in the goddamn cold on a side street just off Ninth Avenue in Hell’s Kitchen.
Having staked out her routine for the last couple days, I knew she took her baby to the kid’s grandmother and went to hot yoga. Then, she spent the day doing dick knew what in her apartment before picking up the baby around nine, sometimes later.
When I pressed my hands into her back and pushed her over, she yelped as she went flying.
The second she was on the floor, I dropped down, dug my knee into the center of her back, and asked, “Comfortable?”
“Help me up, dammit! Who the fuck—”
She shrieked in pain as I grabbed her hair and slammed her face into the floor.
“I don’t think I will,” I informed her, ignoring her squeals. “Not until I’m ready.” Digging the boniest part of my knee into her spine, I whispered, “I’m going to help you up and then we’re going somewhere together.”
She ceased her struggles but started sobbing. “Who are you?” she whimpered, terror and pain leaching into every word. “Are you with the Five Points?”
