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the DJ as a pair of security guards approached the stage.
    “ It’s okay folks.” The DJ’s voice boomed through the ballroom. “It’s all part of the show.” He put on Bobby Boris Picket’s “The Monster Mash,” but he added a driving sort of disco beat to the background and people started drifting back to the dance floor.
    “ Sorry,” Izzy said again as the DJ put an arm around her bony shoulders.
    “ What was that all about?” He kept a smile trained on the crowd as he talked, not meeting her eyes.
    “ It was true,” she said into his ear. “My granddaughter is here and someone is trying kill her. I hope she was one of the ones who left.”
    “ Really?” He turned away from the crowd, met her eyes now. He was big, black and looked like he was a product of the gangs.
    “ Yeah.”
    “ Then I hope so too.” He waved the security guards away.
    “ Thanks.”
    “ You should go home before they change their mind.”
    “ Right.”
    “ You gonna be okay?”
    “ I’ll be fine. Again, sorry.”
    “ Go.”
    Izzy left the stage with the feeling that a thousand eyes were on her, but as she took in the crowd, she saw very few people looking her way. Most of these costumed ghoulies had been drinking and apparently they’d believed the DJ when he’d said she’d been part of the entertainment. How that could pass muster, she hadn’t a clue. But it seemed with enough alcohol, anything was believable.
     
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    Lila Booth stood at the back of the ballroom, watching what was going on between the DJ and the hag. She’d been surprised when the DJ waved away the security guards.
    Surprised, but not disappointed.
    The lesbian girls were long gone, but not this one. This one had said her name out loud. Called her out as a killer in front of hundreds and even though most were too drunk or too into themselves tonight to remember, some would.
    So, in reality, she should let the woman go. Nobody would ever come calling at her door. It would all go away if she walked away. But she couldn’t. Someone had betrayed her and there was only one person who knew what she was up to tonight.
    Tucker.
    And then it hit her who that woman was. It was Isadora Eisenhower. The doctor who had done Tucker’s transplant. She must be related to Amy. Too old to be her mother. Her grandmother maybe.
    Lila knew Tucker better than Tucker knew himself. He wouldn’t have any feelings for the old woman, but he had a perverted sense of honor. He didn’t like owing anybody and he paid his debts. He would have considered himself in the doctor’s debt. That’s why he warned her. But now the debt was paid. He’d not give another thought to Dr. Eisenhower.
    Eisenhower wended her way through the crowd and, surprisingly, they seemed to have forgotten all about her as she made her way to the exit. Lila hadn’t forgotten.
     
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    Izzy hadn’t seen Amy, hadn’t seen Lila either. She didn’t know whether or not they were even there, but she’d had no choice. Amy’s mother had been addicted to meth when she’d been born, in and out of rehab. Jail too. So Izzy, who was still grieving over the loss of her husband, had raised the girl. It had been just the two of them.
    But that wasn’t the only thing that bonded them. With the exception of Amy’s blue eyes, Amy was Izzy’s carbon copy. Looking at sixty year old photos of herself, she’d swear she was seeing Amy today. They were twins, separated by half a century and the color of their eyes.
    No parent and child had ever shared a stronger bond, one that Izzy had thought unbreakable. And it had been, until Tucker. Somehow the man had swept the girl off her feet. She’d turned her back on everything, Izzy too. And she was using drugs. Marijuana, Izzy knew for sure. Meth, she hoped not. They hadn’t spoken in over a month and it was breaking Izzy’s heart.
    Her doctors repeatedly told her it was important to carry around a positive attitude, but she couldn’t, she just couldn’t.
     
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