My fingers found three keys and went back to staring at the window, wondering how long Frankie would be in Clearwater. Even with my cousin paying half the police in Chicago, they’d keep him at the station for hours if something like this happened to one of his places. I tapped my pen on the computer desk and checked the time. He’d only been gone an hour, but it felt like a day.

Anxiety ran through my veins, and I jumped out of my chair at a slight knock on Frankie’s open ...