Takes place after The Grey Team.

If an injury has to be done to a man it should be so severe that his vengeance need not be feared. - Niccolo Machiavelli

"Face, you okay? Took a pretty good jolt with that car yesterday."

"I'm fine. Just thinking about Bernie." Face shook his head. "All he went through for that kid...she wasn't even related."

"Yeah, he was somethin." BA looked closer at Face. "That all you thinkin about?"

"Just...made me think about that guy out in LA. What he said..." Face shrugged.


"He wanted me, but he wasn't 'blood'. So I end up with Auntie and company, only to get dumped..."

BA frowned at the tone he hadn't heard for a long time.

"Things coulda gone wrong for them."

"Yeah. Namely me."

"She took you with her. She musta wanted you."

"Maybe. But her new hubby didn't. So maybe he was the one."


"Well, when I find her, I'll get all the dirty details." Face stared ahead, eyes narrowed. "And I definitely want to meet Hubby."