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By evening, I knew exactly which name I was waiting to hear: Donald Harper.
The road name had always made him sound larger than the man underneath it. Havoc belonged to Hell’s Fire. Donald was the man who had come home with me, learned my fears, raised Millie beside me, and eventually used all of it against us.
Names continued appearing throughout the day. Some I recognized and others meant nothing to me. A few people had been arrested, others had been questioned, and several were still being sought because investigators couldn’t find them where they were expected to be. Properties remained secured while searches continued.
Nobody gave me Donald Harper.
By the time I closed the shop, I had stopped expecting them to.
Nixx locked the public door while Stitch finished cleaning his st
