“Talk,” I order, walking into my office. Nikolai looks like shit. I feel partly responsible. In the last few weeks, all my attention has been on Jessica. I’ve let Nikolai run loose. He’s gone out on some small jobs and collections. Nothing I didn’t think he couldn’t handle, but everyone has been staying close because of the Jovits.

“Nothing, it’s just the girl from that night.”

“And what were you going to do?” I lean up against my desk, kicking my feet out.

“I don’t know.” Nikolai runs his hands through his hair. He does that when he’s unsure or frustrated.

“So she pulled the fucking fire alarm.” I watch...