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he said. "It's all tied up with a

pretty pink bow. I never want to set foot in this city

again."

"I still don't fully get it," I said. "If Stephen was

really as high up as Kyle and Scott said he was, did he

really need to leave the country to get away from them?

And if they were able to get close enough, obviously

Stephen didn't think they were a threat. Which makes

me wonder just who Stephen was afraid of."

"No disrespect to the dead," my father said, "but I

don't think any of those boys were in their right mind."

"And the cop, Makhoulian. I'm glad he worked so

fast to get you out. I just didn't think he needed to kill

Kyle. He looked like he was giving up."

"You're saying the guy who killed your brother

should have lived?"

"One death doesn't always merit another. We have a

justice system."

"Which would have probably screwed up somehow

and either let that boy walk on a technicality, put him in

some cushy detention facility because some quack doctor

on somebody's payroll said he has woman issues. Or he'd

be out in enough time to kill somebody else's son. I don't

know what's going on in this city, Henry, but being

among criminals day in and day out is no way to live."

"Maybe I'll move back home with you and Mom,"

I joked. That made him laugh. He checked his

boarding pass.

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"I should head to the gate. They'll probably give my

ticket to some freak if I'm not there on time."

His flight didn't board for another hour, but the

Parker family bonding hour had run its course. We both

stood up. My dad stepped forward, then wrapped his

arms around me, the most tentative hug I could imagine.

I returned it. Just a little stronger.

"Thank you for your help," he said. The feeling was

genuine. He wasn't going to apologize for the years

before that, and I wasn't going to ask him to.

"Take care of yourself," I said. "And please take care

of Mom. Do me one favor?"

He frowned. "What?"

"Mom was knitting something when I saw her in

Bend. If it's not too much trouble, I'd like to have it."

"I'll tell her," he said.

"And if you change your mind and decide to take a

vacation in NYC, at least give me a call."

"I will. And give my best to your girlfriend. She

seems like a catch."

"One in a million," I said. "Without her you'd still

be in jail."

"Guess I owe her a thank-you then. Pass it on for

me, will ya?"

"I will. And Dad?"

"Yeah, Henry."

"I'm sorry too. About Stephen. I wish I'd had a

chance to know him. Maybe we could have saved him."

His eyes closed as he took a deep breath. When he

opened them, he sighed and said, "Take care, Henry. It's

good to see I raised you right."

Then he was gone.

34

We were almost done packing. After several years in

that apartment, the time had come to say goodbye

before the floor gave out or a black hole opened up that

sucked us into some alternate universe. A man can only

face so many attempted assaults on his doorstep before

rethinking his living situation. And since I'd already

been thinking about more space, when Amanda agreed

with me it made sense. My lease was up in a few weeks.

It was as good a time as any to start over.

We were submerged amongst folded cardboard

boxes, masking tape, clothes, books, papers and every

thing else you forget about and probably have no need

for. My books took up the most room. I packed all of

my first-edition Jack O'Donnell tomes in a padded box,

reinforced with enough masking tape to hold up the

Brooklyn Bridge. My clothes were another story. There

were two small boxes marked Henry's Clothes. They

weighed about as much as a pizza.

"You know," Amanda said, "you could have saved on

the moving van and just rented a bike. You could have

fit all your stuff into one of those E.T. baskets."

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"I'm not a shopper, what do you want from me?"

"Not a shopper?" she said, putting down her Sharpie.

"Even being able to use the word shopper implies that

you have, in fact, shopped in your life. I'm guessing

most of these clothes survived from college, or else the

local Salvation Army dropoff

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