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The next morning Shea pulled on her clothes from the day before and wandered into the Terrance’s kitchen. He was sitting at the table, sipping coffee and reading the business section of the newspaper. Her motorcycle jacket was slung over one of the chairs.
“How you holding up?” he asked as he lowered the paper.
“I’m alive.” Shea poured herself a cup and sat across from him. “I’ll feel better when Lizzie Black is dead.”
“Girl, let the cops handle it. They arrested Stansbury, didn’t they? They’ll get Lizzie, too.”
Shea’s phone dinged. The screen revealed a text message from Rios. “f**k!”
“What’s wrong?” Terrance arched an eyebrow.
“Stansbury’s out on bail. Wonder who they’re going to come after next. Lakota? Elon?”
“Shea, don’t talk like that.”
Memories flashed through her mind o
