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It wasn’t phrased as an overt accusation, but it was obvious that the old man had been concerned about Renata and also had the sense that her long absence hadn’t necessarily been good for her. Man, if he only knew what she’d been through. The gunshot wound she was sporting now was just the icing on what had been a very nasty cake.

Nikolai shook his head. “I’ve only known Renata for a few days, but I can tell you that you’re right about her being too smart to fall into problems with drugs. That’s not what this is about, Jack. But she is in danger. The only reason I’m standing here is because she risked her neck to pull me out of a shitload of trouble yesterday.”

“That sounds like Renata,” Jack said, his expression lost somewhere between pride and concern.

“Unfortunately, because she stepped in to help me, now there’s a target on both our backs.”

Jack grunted as he listened, wiry brows knitting together. “She tell you how we know each other?”

“Some of it,” Niko said. “I know that she trusts and respects you. I assume you’ve been here to help her a time or two before now.”

“Tried, more like it. Renata never wanted help from me or from anyone else. Not for herself, anyway. But there were a lot of other kids she brought to my house for help. She couldn’t stand to see a child in pain. Hell, she wasn’t much more than a kid herself the first time she came around. Always kept to herself for the most part, a real loner. She doesn’t have any family, you know.”

Nikolai shook his head. “No, I didn’t know that.”

“The Sisters of Benevolent Mercy raised her the first twelve years of her life. Her mother gave her up to the church orphanage when Renata was just a baby. She never knew either of her parents. By the time Renata was fifteen, she was already on her own, having left the nuns to live on the streets.”

Jack walked over to a metal file cabinet that stood with some of the other stuff stored in the apartment. He fished a set of keys out of his jeans pocket and stuck one of them into the lock on the front of the piece. “Yessir, Renata was a tough little customer, even in the beginning. Skinny, wary, she looked like someone who would hardly stand up to a stiff breeze, but that girl had a spine of solid steel. Didn’t take bullshit from anyone.”

“Not much has changed there,” Nikolai said, watching the old man pop open the bottom drawer. “I’ve never met a woman like Renata.”

Jack looked over at him and smiled. “She’s special, all right. Stubborn too. A few months before the last time I saw her, she showed up with a face full of bruises. Apparently some drunk rolled out of a bar and got the idea that he wanted some company for the night. He saw Renata and tried to shove her into his car. She fought him, but he got a few hard punches in before she was able to get away.”

Nikolai cursed under his breath. “Son of a bitch should have been gutted for laying a hand on a defenseless female.”

“That was my thinking too,” Jack said, deadly serious, the protective soldier once more. He eased down into a squat and withdrew a polished wooden case from the file cabinet. “I taught her a few self-defense moves—basic stuff. Offered to send her to some classes on my dime, but of course she refused. A few weeks passed and she was back again, helping another kid with nowhere left to turn. I told her I had something for her—a gift I had made special for her. Swear to God, if you’d seen her face, you’d think she would rather have bolted into oncoming traffic than have to accept any kindness from someone.”

Nikolai didn’t have to work to imagine that look. He’d seen it once or twice himself since he’d met Renata. “What was your gift for her?”

The old man shrugged. “Nothing much, really. I had an old set of daggers I picked up in Nam. I took them to an artist fella I knew who worked with metals and had him customize the handles for me. He hand-tooled each of the four grips with a few of the strengths I saw in Renata. I told her they were the qualities that made her unique and would see her