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I lean my head back against the seat.

“Then as soon as he can, dammit!” Tommy drops his phone into the middle console.

“Kasia.” He touches my arm. “Are you sick? Do we need to go to the hospital?”

He pulls onto the expressway, heading west. We’re leaving the city for home.

“No. I just want home,” I say and close my eyes.

Chapter Twenty

Dominik

By the time I get home the sun’s already down. It’s a clear night sky, but the black cloud hovering over my head as I run up the front steps of the house blocks it all out. Something’s happened to Kasia. Tommy had no explanation that made any sense. All I know is he took her into her old neighborhood, and she ended up getting sick in a diner.

“Where is she?” I demand the moment Margaret appears. She’s wringing her hands together and her lips are tight.

“Upstairs. She wouldn’t come down. She wouldn’t let me in the room,” she says, her voice trailing behind me as I take the stairs two at a time.

Both Tommy and James are pacing outside the guestroom door.

“Boss.” Tommy gets in front of me. “I swear, she was fine when she went into the bathroom.”

“What happened, exactly?” I ask, resolving to keep my temper in check until I have a good reason to pound his face in. I’ve been away from the house more than I’d like, but she should have been safe. I pay these assholes to keep her safe.

“She wanted to get something to eat at this diner, so we went in. She went to the bathroom and I stayed at the booth. I kept an eye on the hallway where the bathrooms were, some guy went in and came back out a minute later. Nothing unusual for a guy taking a piss—”

“Talk faster, Tommy.” My chest burns with the anger I’m holding back.

He blanches. “She didn’t come right out, so I checked on her. When I went in, I found her in the stall, puking and clutching a bunch of papers to herself.”

My ears perk. “Papers? What papers?”

“I don’t know. She wouldn’t let me see them. I got her out of there, to the car, then got hold of you. She’s been in the room since we got back. Won’t talk to anyone or let anyone in.”

“You’re sure she’s in there?” I ask sarcastically.

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