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those shipments. They'd lost cigarettes and a dozen cases of Patron.
    “It could have been worse,” Train pointed out, his eyes locked on the flames. “Could have been the next shipment.”
    “It's bad enough. I want to find out who did this. Train, I want you at the house on Elm. Ace, head to Clark. Danny, I want you on Archer. Buster and Earl are already at the other two houses, so they're covered. I put in a call to the Millers, which should be a fun conversation.
     
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    Danny had grown up only a few blocks away from Archer. It had once been a thriving community; now it just looked sad. Most of the homes were abandoned, some had faded for sale signs, while others were just crumbling down. Davenport Development, Royal's company, had bought the small cottage style house for just under a thousand dollars. Tens of thousands of dollars later, it was now habitable and used as a holding spot. It would soon get sold, and then there would be another house and another. Davenport Development had at least a dozen houses in Detroit that they were working on now. There was nothing unique about any of the stash houses, nothing that would lead someone to think that they were special because of it. They'd taken steps to make sure of it.
    He parked his bike in the small garage and kept his gun in his hand as he entered the house through the connecting door. It was quiet inside; there were a few lights burning but they were on timers. Danny did a walkthrough and then backtracked; finally he was satisfied that he was alone. He entered the bathroom, opened the cabinet beneath the sink and removed the fake wall in the back.
    It was Royal's secret stash. Danny didn't know what was in the package, and he didn't want to. All that mattered was that it was safe. He let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, replaced the false wall and walked out of the bathroom. There wasn't much in the way of furniture in the house—a couple of folding chairs and an inflatable mattress. No real entertainment to speak of, except for a few bike magazines and a battered paperback, some murder mystery, which meant that Train had left it behind at some point.
    Danny didn't need anything to occupy his mind. He had plenty to think about, starting with Amelia. After seven years, he'd expected that she'd have changed, but she was still almost the same, maybe a little skinnier. She still smelled and tasted the same, the noises that she made when she came were a familiar song, but as much as she was the same there, was something obviously different about her. Maybe it was more accurate to say that she was the same on the surface, but she'd changed inside. The look in her eye was one that he'd never be able to forget. She was sad, more than just because of what was going on with her family. It was a heavy weight on his shoulders to know the role he'd had in changing her.
    At the time, locked in a cage, he'd thought that he was doing the right thing by filing for divorce. He didn't want her to put her life on hold to wait for him, especially when he'd believed that his sentence would be extended by decades for committing murder behind bars. Danny had begun to realize he'd fucked up big time even before he received the notice from his lawyers that the divorce was final.
                  Danny had been angry at her for a long time, as illogical as it was, since he'd filed the papers, but deep down he'd never really expected her to sign. He'd wanted to give her an out, but he'd expected her to fight. The anger had worked itself to nearly hate until he was released. Before he'd realized what he was doing, he was parked in front of the Mason house, watching Fiona chase her daughter around the yard.
    She'd slapped him across the face before he could say a word when he'd approached, and he'd let her. Danny figured he deserved that or worse. Fiona had made it clear that Amelia wanted nothing to do with him ever again and it was only at that moment that