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LACEY had never been so angry in her life. Not when she and her father had been forced to run away from New Jersey and relocate to Philadelphia. Not when she’d gotten fired from her waitressing job. Not even when her father died in the explosion meant for her. All those times she’d been more scared than angry.
But as she rushed up the stairs toward her apartment to confront her unwanted squatter, red tinged the edges of her visions. How dare he? Rooting around her apartment was one thing. There had been nothing to find there. But ransacking her office and taking the safety deposit key Tony had given her? An angry sound tore out of her throat as she opened the door to her apartment.
But then she came to understand she hadn’t really been mad. No, she didn’t really get mad until she fou
