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“What do you need?” I ask, trying to keep my voice even.

“What?” Autumn asks like she didn’t hear me.

“What do you need to help him?”

“Medical instruments, intravenous fluids, stitches, antiseptic . . .” Her eyes travel back to his face. “And blood. He needs a transfusion.”

I turn back to Devan. “If she gives you a list of what she needs?pictures, things like that?can you get them?”

“My cousin owns a medical supply store,” he answers. “It’s only a mile down the road. Show me and I’ll get it.”

More bullshit. If there is a supply store, he’s breaking in and breaking out. Devan has been paid a lot of money to be the go-to man.

Apollo and Gianno wander back in, both looking sick. This whole scene is reminiscent of our parents’ death. Jesus Christ, I would have done anything to spare them from this shit.

“Get your phones,” I order. “Autumn is going to list off everything she needs. Find pictures and give them to Devan.”

They inch forward, like they’re afraid to get too close. “Sal,” Autumn says, her voice soft. “It may not be enough.”

Lucca’s unconscious again, his skin sweating and his pallor worsening. “Autumn,” I tell her. “It’s going to have to be . . .”

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