JJ
Marissa called while I was sitting at Benny’s kitchen table with a legal pad full of possible tattoo shop names.
“We have a hearing date.”
My pen stopped.
Nixx looked up from the other end of the table. Benny was on the couch with Millie, losing badly at some card game she had invented and insisting the rules changed every time he started winning.
“When?” I asked.
“Three days.”
That was close enough to make my stomach tighten.
I pushed away from the table and headed toward the back door so Millie wouldn’t hear. Nixx stood automatically, then stopped.
I noticed.
“Come with me.”
He was beside me before I finished the sentence.
We stepped onto the back porch, and I put Marissa on speaker.
“What happens at this one?”
“The emergency order is temporary. This hearing is where the
