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.""Let's go," Sgt.Rand said."We'll talk more in the car."Dez watched the two IAD sergeants lead Ondrey through the building and out the front door.He followed behind them to watch them place the officer in the back seat of their black, unmarked vehicle and then pull onto the street."What the fuck just happened," he said."Goddamn rat squad," Fitzpatrick muttered."Have you heard anything? Anything at all?" Dez said."Nah.It's probably something to do with the twenty-ninth district.That place is a den of thieves and thugs.Don't sweat it.""Then how the fuck did they know to come here, Skip?" Dez grabbed him by the shirt and yanked him forward, slamming the tip of his index finger into the side of Fitzpatrick's head, "Don't fucking stand there and act like it's nothing.Think about it! Have you heard anything?""No, Dez.I haven't heard shit.I'll ask around the DA's office tomorrow and see who knows what.""God damn it!" Dez shouted, kicking a plastic trashcan across the room.The closet door slowly opened and Psycho Rabbit's pink fluffy ears peeked out as he said, "Is it safe to come out yet? This guy stinks like piss."Dez covered his face with his hand and said, "Get that Mexican piece of garbage out of this fucking building.Both of you.""What do you want us to do with him?""Drop him off in Chester City, throw him in the fucking Delaware, I don't give a shit!" Dez shouted."Just get him the fuck out of here and do not come back until I contact you.Either one of you, understand?"Skip Fitzpatrick nodded, but the rabbit said, "Do you want us to try talking to him a little more before we let him go?""Just shut up, idiot," Fitzpatrick whispered."Listen to me, you fucking inbreed," Dez snarled, getting close enough to the rabbit's face to feel its whiskers tickle his nose."If you do one more thing, just one more, to any single human being without my say so, I'm going to strap you into a chair and cut you apart with a chainsaw.Do you understand me?"Psycho Bunny looked down at Dez with black, plastic eyes, his mask a permanent fixture of a gaping, buck-toothed smile, and he said, "I understand."Chapter SixFrank moved his feet off the ottoman so his little girl had room for her Barbie dolls to sit on it."Thanks, daddy," Cory said.He scratched the top of her head and said, "Actually, I was hoping your Barbies would watch TV with us.""You were?""Sure.""Do you want to play with me?""Of course," he said, but he caught Dawn's impatient stare from the kitchen as she stood there holding a wet wooden spoon like it was a throwing knife."Maybe after dinner, okay? Daddy needs to talk to Mommy.""Okay," she said.He got up from the couch and leaned on the kitchen island as Dawn muttered, "I asked you what we are going to do for money?""We'll manage," Frank said."So we cut back on some expenses, so what? It's not like I'm not going to work.I'll get two jobs if I have to.I'll probably still work less than I do now."Dawn's lips pursed together but she chose not to speak.She turned toward the stove and started to stir the spaghetti in the pot like it had called her a bad name."You had no right to make this kind of decision without me," she finally said.Frank took a deep breath and came up behind her, standing close enough to lay his hands on both her shoulders and smell her hair."You're right.I'm sorry," he said."It's going to be for the best, though.I promise." There were a million explanations he wanted to give, a million things to lay out in front of her for his defense, but he decided to just let the apology sit for a moment, unspoiled by excuses."I guess now I don't have to worry about you leaving us," Dawn said.He pulled on her arm to get her to turn slightly and look at him, "What does that mean?"Her eyes filled with accusation but she turned to look past him at their daughter, still playing with her dolls, singing innocently to herself."You okay in there, sweetie?""I'm fine," she said.Frank lowered his voice, "I'm not leaving you.""Well maybe you should.It's obvious you aren't happy here.I keep trying to make plans with you and you blow me off.You're always running off to God knows where to do God knows what." Her voice started to shake, "You think I can't do better than you, Frank? You think there aren't still people out there who find me attractive and want to spend time with me?"Frank stared at his wife as his mind reeled, trying to calculate what she was saying."Are you trying to tell me something, Dawn?"Dawn looked down at the pot and scratched her face, "No, not exactly."Frank grabbed her by the arm so hard she winced, "What the hell does that mean!""You're hurting me, Frank," Dawn hissed.She peeled his fingers away and stepped back."Are.You.Seeing.Someone.Else," Frank said."No," Dawn said."Are you?""No," Frank shot back."Of course not
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