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It was one of the reasons Michael wouldn’t let him stop at a Dunkees He’d come out with a dozen fuckin’ donuts otherwise

The weather had beenthem around North Boston as they tried to nail down a suspect in an arht bakery so they could grab a coffee, the rain had started pissin’ down The weather mirrored his mood

Dahlia

He squeezed his eyes closed and pinched the bridge of his nose That wo with his head all week, and he hated being distracted on the job It could be dangerous

Derive him a heads-up that Dahlia was in town, and his friend was pissed to find out he was too latethat call

“I don’t knohat my fuckin’ family is thinkin’, man I’m sorry”

“I don’t think your dad meant any harm”

“It wasn’t Dad Dahlia will have put hiht back into town and expect everyone to roll over Mom is a mess I don’t knohat to do”

Michael had flinched at Der, it was his instinct to defend her “She’s still your sister, so watch yourShe was just as shocked as I was”

Derone quiet “Don’t let her e You don’t need ain”

Michael had gotten off the phone because Dermot’s acridness toward Dahlia pissed hiry he ith her and how he’d spoken to her when he saw her, but that was different He could be mad as fuck at Dahlia and still not want anyone else to hurt her

He’d hurt her

The anguish had blazed out of her at his cutting reht His consequent remorse uilty for? She left him

Jesus Christ

An iht popped into his head for thea blue dress, the saht around her perfect body