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I chuckle and she kicks me hard with her foot.

“Ouch.”

We both lie on the cold, hard floor staring at the ceiling above.

“I thought you were a cop,” I mutter into the darkness.

She stays silent.

“I saw you kick Stucco’s ass… which I loved by the way.” I add.

Still, she says nothing.

“I had a search done on you. I was waiting for the results tonight.”

She sits up in an outrage. “You didn’t think to just fucking ask me?”

“I will repeat, I thought you were a cop. I didn’t think I could trust you.”

She flops back down onto the floor in a dramatic fashion. “You can’t.”

“Good. You can’t trust me, either,” I reply.

“I never did. I’m tired, so go back to Chelsea. Your jabbering is annoying.” She sighs.

I smile broadly into the darkness and silence falls over us once more.

“They think you committed suicide.”

She hesitates for a moment. “I knew they would,” she whispers almost to herself.

“Do you want me to kill him?”

Again, a long pause.

“I will. I can knock her off, too, if you want,” I add with a smirk.

“Don’t tempt me.” She sighs.

“So, you are a nurse?” I ask as I look over at her in the darkness.

“Yes.”

“That’s a cool job.” I shrug to myself. “Must be rewarding saving lives.”

“I save the lives that scum drug dealers like you take.”

A swift kick to the stomach hits me.

“I don’t deal drugs.”

“You ship them. Same thing.”

I think for a moment. “Who were you before you turned eighteen?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she fires back immediately.

“Yes, you do. It came up that you had an identity change at the age of eighteen. What are you hiding?”