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Mel looks at her.

"Yeah."

He reaches into his jacket.

I tense.

"Easy," Grim says.

Mel pulls out a flash drive and places it on the desk.

"Records. Messages. Payment details. Rainero kept everything. Insurance against Stephens turning on him."

"How'd you get it?" Lock asks from the doorway.

"Been collecting what I could since they dragged me into this. Got access to some of Rainero's files and copied them before I called Grim."

Lock picks up the drive.

"I'll check it."

Grim nods.

"Make copies. Get the evidence secured."

Mel looks at me again.

"I know you don't owe me shit, Colt. I know what I did."

"Then you know it's gonna take more than a fucking apology."

"Yeah."

"You're done prospecting until Grim decides otherwise."

"I understand."

I study him for a long moment.

"Your daughter's safe. Be grateful for that."

His eyes shine.

"I am."

I turn away before I say something I'll regret.

Kierra stands by the clubhouse window, looking out at the parking lot.

I walk up behind her.

"You okay?"

She shakes her head.

"No."

I step beside her.