Butler lowered his weapon. “Come in.” “Thought I’d see you at the hospital,” the man muttered, stepping inside. “Been there the past two days and nights straight. Came home to get some sleep, something to eat,” replied Butler, glancing over at me. “This is Tania. Tania, this is Reich, Nina’s brother-in-law from Ohio.” I moved into the living room. My eyes darted to the patches on his colors. National Vice President, Flames of Hell, and Ohio were stitched on his cut. My eyes darted to the patch with his road name, and a shiver laced my insides with ice. Reich, as in Third Reich? “Hello,” I said. “I spoke with Deanna on the phone the other day.” “My old lady,” Reich said, his eyes scouring me like sandpaper on wood. “You saw Nina?” I asked. His lips twisted. “Course I did. Deanna’s still with her. I had to get outta there. Hate hospitals.” “What’s going on?” Butler’s voice was low and steady. Asphyxiation threatened me in Butler’s suddenly tiny apartment.
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