Elena.” Devon’s eyes met Michael’s in the rearview mirror. “You liked Kieran, didn’t you?” “I hit him.” Michael pummeled an imaginary foe with his small fists. “I know you did.” She wagged a finger at his reflection. “The only reason you didn’t get in trouble for that is because you thought you were protecting me. You don’t have to protect me against Kieran. He’s a good guy.” “He has a pirate patch.” “That’s because he hurt his eye fighting bad guys.” “Bad guys?” Michael’s face crumpled and Devon bit her lip. She’d had just about the best conversation going with Michael in weeks, and she had to bring up bad guys. Had someone from the building talked a little too loudly about Mrs. Del Vecchio’s murder? Michael never used to be afraid of bad guys. Just like his dad. “There are no bad guys anymore.”
