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handle.”
    “I’m sure you can handle it fine.” He looked over at Tank and then back at me. “Of course you know that we have your back, no matter what?”
    “I know and I appreciate it,” I answered as his cell phone began to ring.
    Slammer pulled it out of his pocket. “It’s Frannie. I’d better take this. Why don’t you drive over to Griffin’s and check on Misty,” he told me.
    “Sure.”
    “Hey, babe,” he said, walking away.
    “Can you fucking believe the nerve of that bitch?” said Tank turning back to look at me as I followed him down the hallway. “I mean the more I think about it, the more pissed I get.”
    “I don’t blame you.”
    He grunted. “Mud killed my fucking girl, man. Killed her. I was going to patch Krystal. You knew that.”
    I nodded.
    “He’s lucky to be alive. Hell, he shouldn’t be alive; now Misty betrays us with that piece of shit? What the fuck?”
    “Don’t worry, Tank. They’re going to pay,” I said. We’d run their club all the way out to Hayward, Minnesota for what Mud had done to Krystal, but more needed to be done. I just hoped that whatever Slammer was planning would be a justifiable enough revenge for murdering a woman his son had fallen pretty hard for.

Chapter Four
     
     
     

    After my first class, I had two hours to spare before my next, so I drove over to a nearby drugstore and picked up a tube of lipstick and a package of tampons, just in case my period decided to rear its ugly head. It was due any day and I knew that with my bad luck, I’d get it before seeing Trevor. As I turned the corner to the next aisle, I noticed the pregnancy tests lined up on a shelf, and the hair stood up on the back of my neck. Although I was on the pill, I didn’t always take them on time.
    “Relax, you’re not pregnant,” I mumbled to myself as I looked at the prices. They were definitely not cheap, but, neither was having a baby. Before changing my mind, I grabbed a box with two test sticks, and made my way to the cashier. If I could rule out being pregnant, it would be one less thing to worry about at the moment.
    “How are you today?” asked the woman behind the counter. She was in her fifties, had short white hair, and a warm, friendly smile.
    “Good and you?” I asked.
    “Very good,” she replied, picking up the pregnancy kit. “Oh, my. Someone might be a mother soon? How exciting.” Her eyes sparkled. “Is it for you?”
    I laughed nervously and then lied, telling her that it wasn’t. I wasn’t even sure why I even did it, but somehow, admitting to the test made me feel irresponsible. Right now, being pregnant would be devastating. “It’s for a friend.”
    As if she could read my mind, she gave me a sympathetic look. “Oh, well I’m sure that whatever the outcome is, your friend will be just fine. Children are a blessing.”
    “Right,” I said, digging into my purse for a credit card.
    “By the way, if your friend is pregnant, remind her to start taking prenatal vitamins and folic acid. I’m sure her doctor will also recommend it as well,” she commented as I handed her the card.
    “I’ll let her know,” I replied, as the line behind me grew. It was quiet and I felt as if all eyes were on me, that they also knew that I was lying and were shunning me for being so careless.
    After she finished ringing me up, I dashed out of the store, my eyes lowered, and got into my car. As I headed back to the campus, my cell phone rang. It was Tiffany.
    “Hey, girl, how’ve you been?”
    “Fine,” I replied. “What about you?”
    “Pretty good, actually. Remember Jeremy?”
    “Jeremy Stone? The detective?”
    “Yeah.”
    “What about him?”
    “We went out on a date last night.”
    “You did?  Wow, how did that go?”
    “It was fabulous. He bought me dinner and then we went dancing.”
    “And then…?” I asked, waiting for her to tell me that she’d screwed his brains out.
    “That’s it. We have another date planned for Sunday. He