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me?" she asked in a whisper.
    "I would have treated you cordially." 
    She nodded and my heart broke in two.
    "Hey, boss man. Could you have picked a more boring individual.  This girl is Miss Goody Two Shoes.  She pretty though--" Melissa said running up the stairs.  Taking one look at Vic and the woman in his bed.  "And she is sitting in your bed.  Shit."
    "Yeah, shit.  Go back downstairs."  Melissa turned on her heels and ran back down the stairs.  I looked at Tonya who pretended not to notice and watched TV without the sound.
    My mouth opened.  "Why are you looking into me?" she asked. 
    "Tonya, I want to help you. Try to find out who did this to you...”
    "Vic, go back downstairs and do what you do best.  Keeping me in the dark."  She got under the covers and lay on the pillow.
    "What the hell?  Do you just go to people's house and barge into their bedrooms?"
    "Didn't know you had her upstairs. You should have told me."  She took a swig of bottled water. 
    "So what do you got?"
    Melissa shifted in her seat.  "Not a lot.  It looks like she been a teacher at Woodmont Elementary School for the last 9 years.  Teaches kindergarten."  I nodded.  "Nothing sketchy with finances. She’s current with all of her bills nothing outstanding.  Dull ass social life. No wild parties or men for that matter.  Just one guy."  My spine tensed.  "Wow, she was dating Brian Battle, the football player."  Mel's fingers moved like lighting.  "Um, says here that the retired football player has been in a very low key relationship with your girl for the last few months."  I walked over to look at the screen and there they were.  Hugged up.  The caption under the picture says that it was just a few months ago at a gala for some charity event.  He was tall and broad, like any defensive linemen would look.  She was gorgeous; she wore a navy blue formal dress with a plunging neck line. Brian looked down at her with an expression that showed he was happy that she was all his.  That smile she gave him was so familiar. She was happy.  And I hated him.  Melissa was still talking.  "She's a good girl, and why is she here?"
    It was too long of a story to tell, nothing I wanted to get into right now with Mel.  "Look, she was hurt and I wanted to help. That's all."
    Mel smiled up at me.  Leaning back in the chair crossing her arms.  "Don't lie to me.  We just don't go freelance for a beat up chick.  Tell me what she means to you, Vic, and why the team isn’t here.  You know we can cover more ground with Ryan and Drew.  What's going on?"
    I had realized that I hadn't slept at all and my nerves were unraveling at the seams.  "I will contact Ryan and Drew if I think it is necessary.  For now it's just me and you, kid."
    "And the girl upstairs." 
    I rolled my eyes at her.
    The front door of my house opened.  Mel looked up at me and before I could speak, she had her gun trained at the kitchen entrance.  I reached into my waistband and remembered my piece was upstairs. Crouching down, I pulled out my weapon in my ankle holster, praying that there wasn't more than two men in the house.  "Dude, really?  Guns. It's not even 7 am," my younger brother Ryan said.
    Drew had his own firearm showing in his shoulder holster.  "Where is she?"
    Drew had always been the more direct out of the group.  His wide chest strained against his t-shirt. Deep set eyes made him look even more menacing as he rounded the kitchen island.  "Where is she, Vic?”
    "Heard a woman was attacked right outside of Tony's school.  I looked into it. It's her isn’t it?”  Ryan came closer to me.  His face mixed with determination and pain.  She loved him too.  They had been close; same with Drew.  My people were hers and vice versa, but I destroyed those relationships too.  Left my guys with an order not to reach out to her, and I hated that they followed it. 
    "Man, screw this."  Drew said as he rumbled up the stairs.  I knew I