Boy, did you get that one right, Alice,” I mumbled to myself from inside a plush town car as it made its way into the city. “This is one fine rabbit hole I’ve found myself in.” I should have been running for the hills, calling the police, the CIA… X-files at the very least. Still, I didn’t. As I leaned my head against the cool glass and watched the early morning darkness speed by, I decided it was time to reassess just what had happened in my bedroom. Also, how in the heck did I end up agreeing to, first, allowing a complete stranger to stay in my home? Second, after said home was destroyed, agreeing to stay with aforementioned weirdos… er, I meant strangers? I wanted to feel safe; Falcone had given me that. The comfort and understanding he showed me during my epic meltdown gained him both my respect and trust. Actually, that sense of ease and safety seemed to come with all the brothers. Even Captain Crazy Pants, who came in with a bang, literally, as he knocked not one, but two—I found out when we left the house—of my doors off their flipping hinges!
