Riva and Pinky had been up all night. Neither one spoke. There wasn"t a lot left to say. The room Riva had reserved for Rachel was empty. Two of their men were dead. And Donnie was still lurking in their shadow. He unsettled Riva, he always had. He had a way of looking at her, as though he were peeling the skin from her bones with just his eyes. Now he"d been in her house. The alarm was intact. There were no broken windows or picked locks. It meant he could do it again.
And it was clear now that Donnie wasn"t on their side. He hadn"t come back home, he"d come back to find the girl, and he"d used Pinky to get her. Pinky sat at their breakfast bar, picking strands of dead skin from his fingers. His eczema was back, stretching over his hands and arms, turning them bright pink and flaky. He g
