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Ferris wasn\u2019t sure how long he had stood watching. Fire trucks had arrived, one after another, until the night sky was illuminated with flashing lights. Full of shouts and the torrent of water. They were sensations he was familiar with. Fire\u2014loss. Ashes drifting down like snow.<\/span>He had finally let go of Demos when the struggling stopped. His partner hadn\u2019t said a word, hadn\u2019t bothered to wipe the wetness from his eyes. And when Ferris finally managed to tear his stare away from the flames, Demos wasn\u2019t there at all.<\/span><\/p>\n His heart began to race, palms prickling as his eyes darted over every inch of the dock and parking lot. He couldn\u2019t have gone back to La Veloce, someone would have seen him. Then where\u2014?<\/span><\/p>\n Ferris froze on the spot their car had been parked. Or more accurately, where their car had<\/i> been parked. It was gone.<\/span><\/p>\n Demos had left without him.<\/span><\/p>\n With a curse under his breath, Ferris dug his phone from his pocket. It felt slippery in his hands as he snapped it open, his fingers jabbing at buttons much harder than they needed to. But Demos wasn\u2019t picking up.<\/span><\/p>\n After eight rings Ferris hung up, then tried again. Once more, there was no answer. The Ghost had never ignored his calls before. He had never even let it go past three rings.<\/span><\/p>\n Ferris\u2019 pulse picked up. He ignored the sweat beading on his forehead, only running toward the street. Two cabs drove past him before one finally stopped and Ferris hurried into the backseat, breathless.\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n But where was he supposed to go?<\/span><\/p>\n He stared at the cab driver, who turned to look back at him expectantly.\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n \u201cThe restaurant,\u201d Ferris muttered to himself. It was the first place that came to mind.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cWhat restaurant?\u201d the driver asked, unamused.<\/span><\/p>\n Ferris blurted out the cross streets of Ristorante Giorgetti and the cab weaved back onto the street. Streetlights flooded the cab with stripes of light as they drove. Ferris continued calling in vain, until ten minutes later they reached the restaurant.<\/span><\/p>\n But Demos\u2019 car was nowhere in sight.<\/span><\/p>\n With a dry breath, Ferris gave another address. His hand gripped his phone so hard it nearly cracked. Where was he? He wasn\u2019t answering\u2014was he angry at Ferris? Was he safe?<\/span><\/p>\n As they drove, he fought the urge to bury his face in his hands. His eyes strained through the taxi window, scanning for any signs of Demos\u2019 Alfa Romeo. But it was nowhere to be seen.<\/span><\/p>\n When his phone finally rang, Ferris nearly dropped it. He scrambled to open it, heart now pounding as he held it to his ear.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cHello?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cWhere is Demos?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n Ferris\u2019 heart sank like a stone. It was Victor. He swallowed, then found his voice.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t know,\u201d Ferris said. \u201cI\u2019m\u2014\u201c<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cFind him,\u201d was all Victor said before the line went dead. He\u2019d hung up.<\/span><\/p>\n Ferris\u2019 hand lowered. He stared at his phone, his body slowly going numb. \u201cI\u2019m trying,\u201d he murmured.<\/span><\/p>\n After an hour he had run out of places to search, gaining nothing but an impressive debt on the taxi meter. The compound had been empty, as well as every park, restaurant, and cafe they\u2019d frequented. With every minute that ticked by his hands lost more feeling, all sounds overpowered by the pounding in his chest.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cThis is a cab, not a motel,\u201d the driver said. \u201cYou\u2019re going to have to get out sometime.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Ferris picked his head up. A motel. There was one place, one whose address Demos had known by heart. The same place they had given Buck an impromptu tooth extraction. There had been a look in the Ghost\u2019s eyes when they\u2019d arrived. Something far off\u2014closed out. As if he were punishing himself for something.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cThe Bliss Motel,\u201d Ferris said. \u201cOn the north side.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cAll right, but this is the last stop. I have a family to get home to.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n #<\/span><\/p>\n As the cab exited the highway he could see it, the tall sign for the Bliss Motel. A glowing beacon through the black of night. His pulse picked back up, rising from an anxious titter all the way to a pounding like a fist on a door. He struggled to make out the parking lot beneath the red neon glow.\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n And there it was. The Alfa Romeo.<\/span><\/p>\n Ferris cursed again, shoving a handful of bills into the driver\u2019s hand, then nearly tripping over himself as he spilled out of the running vehicle. Through the dark, on the second floor walkway, a single figure was smoking a cigarette. The light was visible even from the street\u2014a spot of orange cutting through the night.<\/span><\/p>\n It was a silhouette he would know anywhere, at any time. And apparently in any lighting. He\u2019d found the Ghost.\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n The moment Demos looked up, his entire frame stiffened. He slipped into a motel room, slamming the door shut behind him.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cDemos\u2014\u201c Ferris exhaled a cloud in the cold air, then darted across the parking lot. He took the stairs two at a time before finding the very same door Demos had disappeared through. The knob rattled in his fist\u2014locked.\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n \u201cDemos, please,\u201d he said, his voice carrying through the dark. \u201cPlease talk to me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cGo home,\u201d came Demos\u2019 muffled, weary voice from behind the door.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s not home without you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n There was a pause before Demos replied, his voice even tighter. \u201cYou\u2019ll manage. You have before.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cBut Victor\u2014\u201c<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cHow am I supposed to face him?\u201d Demos snapped through the door. \u201cMy family? I was there<\/i>\u2014I was there and I did nothing<\/i>! I let him die. Because you<\/i> wouldn\u2019t let me go!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Ferris placed a hand on the door, chipped paint scratching his palm. \u201cI didn\u2019t have a choice.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cYes, you did!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cWhat did you expect me to do?\u201d Ferris\u2019 voice was raising, surging. \u201cLet you run off to face six armed men?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cI could have saved him!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cNo, you couldn\u2019t<\/i>! You would have died!\u201d Ferris shouted at the door, hand closing to a fist. \u201cYou would have died right there beside him and then I\u2019d<\/i> be the one saying it.\u201d He took in a single, shaky breath. His throat felt stripped, raw. \u201cI could have saved him.\u201d With those words Ferris cracked, his cadence falling apart, vision blurring from the welling in his eyes. \u201cI\u2019d<\/i> be saying that every day<\/i> for the rest of my fucking life<\/i>!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n There was only silence in response. Ferris swallowed, pushing up his glasses to rub the water from his eyes. He had known\u2014he had known when his arms had been wrapped tight around Demos\u2019 body. He had known that if his grasp slipped, if he let go, that he would never see Demos again. Every breath, every heartbeat, and every trace of strength in his body had fought to hold him back. So he could see Demos again the next morning. So there wouldn\u2019t be two funerals.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cAre you sorry?\u201d Demos finally said, his voice soft\u2014barely audible through the door.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m sorry you lost your grandfather,\u201d Ferris said. \u201cBut I\u2019m not sorry I stopped you.\u201d His stare bore into the motel door. Fist still tight, voice still shaking. \u201cI could relive it a hundred times. And a hundred times I wouldn\u2019t let you go.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Again, there was silence. Ferris chewed his lower lip, his eyes falling shut. \u201cThe last thing Gino told me was to take you home,\u201d he said. \u201cPlease.\u201d With that single plea, he weakened\u2014hand slipping down the door\u2019s surface, his forehead bumping the old paint. \u201cCome home.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n After another moment of quiet, there was the metallic clacking of locks, the rattling of a chain. Ferris looked up as the door cracked open to see him\u2014to see Demos with reddened eyes and a weak back. Pale, sweating, and smudged with ash.<\/span><\/p>\n Their eyes met and the Ghost collapsed into his chest, fingers twisting the front of his shirt. As Ferris pulled him into his arms he noticed just how badly Demos was shaking. How quickly the front of his shirt became stained with tears.<\/span><\/p>\n These were tears he knew well. Ferris had shaken the same way, sobbed the same way, when he had been told his father hadn\u2019t made it. His entire body had gone so numb that he hadn\u2019t even been sure he was breathing. Even five years later, the feeling still hit him.<\/span><\/p>\n Once again he held his partner tight. He couldn\u2019t let him go, couldn\u2019t lose him again.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cWhen he spoke to you,\u201d Ferris murmured. \u201cIt sounded like he said\u2014\u201c<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cLo so, e ti voglio bene,\u201d Demos said, his voice cracked and dry.\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n \u201cThat means\u2014\u201c<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cI know. And I love you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n #<\/span><\/p>\n Ferris\u2019 hand didn\u2019t leave his partner\u2019s shoulder until they arrived at the compound. Demos had a blank stare\u2014drained. Still processing. The grounds were quiet, chilled air laying heavy over the driveway. As they approached the front door Ferris caught sight of Victor\u2019s Lincoln\u2014parked askew as if he had bolted from the vehicle before it had come to a complete stop.<\/span><\/p>\n Upon entering, Victor was the first thing they saw. He was standing by a console table, hand gripping a phone receiver as he spoke. His eyes were red, his face caught in the echo of a grimace. Ferris had never seen the man like this before. Hands unsteady, tie unraveling. As if reality had caught him off guard.<\/span><\/p>\n The moment the door closed behind them, Victor\u2019s head shot up. His eyes widened, a shaky stare locked on Demos. Ferris could hear a thin voice still coming from the phone\u2019s receiver when Victor hung up\u2014silencing whoever it was.\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m sorry,\u201d Demos said, frail\u2014as if he\u2019d gathered every last ounce of his strength to speak. \u201cI\u2019m sorry, I tried to\u2014\u201c<\/span><\/p>\n He stopped when Victor\u2019s hands found his face. He was holding Demos\u2019 jaw, his stare intensifying\u2014trembling. Fabric rumpled as the man pulled his nephew in, holding him just as tightly as Ferris had at the marina. As if he were afraid he might lose him.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cThank God,\u201d Victor said, his voice breathy. He held the back of Demos\u2019 head, coarse fingers curling.<\/span><\/p>\n Demos tensed, taking in the embrace of a man who had practically raised him without a single touch. A man who never stopped criticizing him, challenging him. Whose smile had to be earned through sweat and blood. 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