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As Dermot held the door open for his sister, he turned, as if feeling Michael’s gaze His was questioning Michael gave hi

Yet he wasn’t giving hi at the top of the steps watching her leave That pretty ive a fuck, he wouldn’t care how she got home

Derave him a nod before he took his sister by the arm and led her out

The ache in Michael’s chest flared worse than ever

He thought getting rid of her would be like exorcising a ghost, but he rong

Inflicting pain on her orse than petty It was revenge

A hard knot forut

“What was that all about?”

Michael jolted out of his thoughts He cut a look to his left where Nina, a police sketch artist he’d known for years, stood staring at the now-empty entrance “What?”

Nina gestured to the doors with her coffee cup “Who was that gorgeous nu away from you as if her sweet little ass was on fire?”

Michael flinched “It’s McGuire’s sister”

“Yeah?” She shot Michael a look out of the corner of her eyes “What she do to you?”

He realized Dahlia was a bullet fragment One, it seemed likely now, that he’d never be able to work out And she was slowly filling hiuy ould hurt Dahlia McGuire the way he’d hurt her And he fuckin’ hated himself for it

“You ever been in love, Nina?” he asked