As if he can read my thoughts, Dennis says, “It will hurt, Sela. Trust me.”

“Think they’ll videotape it for me?” I ask with a grin.

Dennis and Beck both laugh, and I realize that all the tension we were all feeling just five minutes ago has left the room. We’re now almost delirious with excitement over how the plan will progress next.

“I just hope the ass whupping is enough to impress upon him the dire situation he’s put himself in. He’s got to be desperate when he comes to me,” Beck says.

“He will be,” I say confidently, my hand going to the back of Beck’s neck, which I squeeze slightly for reassurance. I’m feeling good about this now. Really good.

“Listen…I went ahead and pulled the investigative file of your rape from Santa Clara,” Dennis says to me in an abrupt change of subject. My eyes slide from Beck to his. “They did a pretty good job from what I could tell. Scoured cab companies; interviewed people at the mall who may have seen you and the other boys who gave you the ride. But as you know, they didn’t get any solid leads.”

I nod, because this isn’t news to me. While my parents kept me shielded from actually dealing with the lead criminal investigator, they did keep me updated. Ultimately, the failure to find who did it caused me to tailspin and landed me in the hospital again. It was my second admission because of JT.

“I also wanted to see if there was anything in there that maybe they missed,” Dennis adds.

“I assume there wasn’t,” Beck surmises. Because otherwise he would have told us the minute he arrived tonight.

“Nothing I could see they failed to do,” Dennis says. “But I did see something that was interesting. I couldn’t find any paperwork where the DNA lab that ran the semen sample submitted the results to NDIS.”

“NDIS?” I ask in confusion.

“The National DNA Index System,” Dennis tells me. “It’s part of the FBI Combined DNA Index System database that all law-enforcement agencies in the nation submit DNA results to. It should have been done in your case.”

“But it wouldn’t have helped anything,” Beck points out. “JT’s never been arrested, so he wouldn’t be in the system.”

“True,” Dennis agrees. “But I still reached out to the lab to see about getting a copy of the paperwork. That way we’ll have a complete copy of the file. Just making sure all the t’s are crossed and i’s dotted so when you report JT, you know exactly what the police know.”

“Thank you,” I say softly while looking at Dennis. “I’m just so grateful for what you’ve done for me. I don’t even know how to show you how much it means.”

Dennis’ face flushes red and he ducks his head to take another sip of his drink. He mumbles, “Well…you’re a sweet girl. I want that fucker to pay.”

Beck shoots me a smile and I can see he’s equally as touched that Dennis seems to go above and beyond for us. And because he seems loose and relaxed, and even like…a friend, and because I’m also buzzed, I ask him teasingly, “So how do you know so much about the seedy underworld? Bookies, and taking dives and bribes. You seem so normal and…I don’t know…like too suave to know about that stuff.”

He doesn’t answer right away, but stares reflectively into his glass. Then he tilts it to his mouth and drains it, and I know he’s got to be feeling the effects by now. When his gaze lifts back up to mine, I’m taken aback to see them flooded with pain and anger. “I was very much a part of that world for a while. Married into it, actually.”

“Oh,” I say on a small gasp, not shocked by his revelation because he wears a wedding ring, but by the anguish I still see on his face. And although I know it’s nosy, I can’t help but try to appease my curiosity, since he’s opened the door and become infinitely more interesting to me than he was just five seconds ago. “Is her family mob or something?”

“Close enough,” Dennis says, and starts to lift his glass again to his mouth before realizing it’s empty. He frowns and stands. “I’m going to get another drink. Want one?”

Beck shakes his head and Dennis turns to the kitchen, but I continue to pry, because just…wow. Dennis married into the mob?

“You should have brought your wife tonight,” I say impulsively. Because I like Dennis and I’m betting I’d like his wife too. I know Beck likes Dennis…they’ve formed an easy friendship these last few weeks. I mean…maybe we could all double-date or something.

“She’s dead,” Dennis says softly, and his eyes actually shimmer with kindness over my suggestion. “Three years ago.”

“Oh God,” I say, my hand coming to my chest, where I rub at the dull ache that’s appeared. “I’m so sorry. That was so insensitive of me—”

Dennis holds his hand up to cut me off, even as Beck’s hand goes to my lower back to soothe me. “It’s fine, but I suppose this is relevant to why I’m helping you. She was killed as a vendetta against her father. It’s a dangerous life and she suffered for it.”

“You suffered for it,” I whisper.

Dennis nods with a sad smile. “Yeah…I did. Lost the most precious thing in my life. The only way out of that life is through death, and when Rosa was killed, it released me from the family as well. But I still have contacts and ties that I used to help you. I also understand vengeance and the need for justice.”

“Was her killer brought to justice?” I ask, because I have to know. “Is he in jail?”

“No,” Dennis says, even though light shines from his eyes. A light that shimmers and sparkles with satisfaction and pleasure. “He’s not in jail, but justice was served.”

A tiny shiver runs up my spine over his words as I understand their meaning. I nod at him in solidarity, because now I know that Dennis and I share something very much in common. We both believe that death is an appropriate sentence for someone that would dare to hurt either of us. While that might not be my ultimate goal anymore, it’s nice to know that I’m not the only one who fantasizes about murder as the best means of retribution.

As much as I care for Beck and know how much he feels for me, I know now that Dennis is probably the only one who would truly understand what my initial motivations were, and how hard it was for me to give up that quest to kill JT so that I could have peace.