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I glanced out theto get s and shook my head We’d moved about twenty feet At this rate, I could run home faster

Fortywitho’ tax-free treats for the fah all the es in three phones, it was clear I’d have zero ti

I took the elevator up to the nineteenth floor and barelythe pizza

Just around the bend— “What the fresh hell—” I canized the form slouched on the floor next to my door It was Shannon Had he taken the elevator to the wrong floor? I’d helped hier stomach the place he’d shared with Grace

I stepped over his legs and unlocked the door, just so I could leave the pizza on the hallway table Then I dumped the rest on the floor and shut off the security system before I squatted down next to Shan and

“Jesus Christ, Shan” I registered the state of his suit—tie askew, shirt wrinkled, pants stained Mustard…? Maybe “Shan, wake up” I shook his shoulder lightly and gri by the s his face and spilling it

He grunted and lolled his head back against the wall

I sighed and scrubbed a hand over my face

Finn was right; this couldn’t go on The grief was too much for one man to handle In the span of a year, Shannon had lost his wife, his best friend, and his eldest son His son was the most recent loss

We alloaf Grace…the entire syndicate’s mother And Ian, a man Shan had served with in the military back in the day They couldn’t be replaced They couldn’t come back from the dead So it left Shan here in shreds

We mourned them, but…he’d died with them