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of them had to say.
    When he handed the paper to her, genuine concern clouded her wrinkled face. “Are you okay, hon? You seem…off.”
    “I’m great. Just a little tired.” He winked as he headed back to Seth’s office.
    His dried-up sex life wasn’t the only thing that was making him feel off these days. Since the moment he was born, he’d been a flirt. Literally. His mom, in one of her sober moments—which were few and far between—had told him that even as a newborn he’d winked at the nurses. Not one nurse. Every nurse that had taken care of him.
    Sure, it had probably just been gas or an involuntary movement. But either way, Billy had lived up to the reputation that he’d come out of the womb with. Women loved him and he loved them back. He never lied. Never told a woman that she was beautiful if he didn’t think she was. But that was the thing, he could find something beautiful in any woman.
    Over the past eighteen months, he’d felt like everything around him had lost its beauty. His life had gone from Technicolor to black and white. A year and a half ago he’d walked away from boxing after getting the identical prognosis from not one, not two, but three specialists that one more blow to his head had a ninety percent chance of causing permanent brain damage.
    At the time, he’d thought he was ready to lay down the gloves. It wasn’t like boxing had ever really been his passion . As a teen it had been the thing that had kept a roof over his and his mom’s head. It had kept him off the streets and most likely out of jail. As an adult it had been what paid the bills and the only thing he’d ever known. But it wasn’t like he’d grown up dreaming of being the next Marciano, Ali, or Tyson. He hadn’t.
    So when he’d made the decision to put his career in the rear view, he’d been excited for the next chapter in his life. Now, all these months later, he felt like something was missing, and not just in his personal life.
    When he reached his boss’ office, he lifted his hand and rapped his knuckles on the door twice.
    “Come in.” Seth’s voice sounded through the wood.
    Before he’d even made it one step inside, he knew that he wasn’t going to like whatever his boss had to say. The same alarms that had gone off when he’d looked into the armed man’s eyes at the luncheon were going off again.
    Something’s wrong .
    After clicking the door shut Seth nodded towards the chair across from his desk as he handed Billy an iPad. “I have something for you and you’re gonna want to sit down for this.”
    Really wrong.
    The tiny hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, which only ever happened when there was a disturbance in the force—or at least that’s how he’d described it when he was eight and obsessed with Star Wars. He took the seat that Seth had indicated.
    Billy was trying to brace himself for impact as he half-listened to Seth breakdown his next assignment, which sounded like a fairly straight-forward stalker situation. Needing to do something, Billy began flipping through the PowerPoint on the iPad that held all of the pertinent information on the case. He was just starting to think that his Spidey senses were on the fritz when he got to the third page and read the name of the target.
    His world stopped spinning as his stomach twisted into knots.
    Maxine Rizzo.
    The only daughter of Charlie Rizzo, his boxing trainer for twelve years and the closest thing that Billy had ever had to a father figure. The man that had taken him off the streets, literally , and led him to winning two world championships in boxing. Charlie hadn’t just mentored Billy in the ring, he’d opened his home to him more times than he could count. Billy had spent more holidays with the Rizzos than he ever had with his own mom. Not that she noticed when he was around or not, unless she needed money, that is.
    There was no question that Charlie was a paternal figure to Billy, but Maxi was the farthest thing from