A Devil’s Hand

Something is wrong... It's not like I didn't see it coming. From the moment I saw Juno, I knew. There was no loving her without loving danger.

Sal told me not to let her out of my sight, but I did. I told myself it would be okay. Even as I watched her wave to me from the ferry the last time I saw her. I could feel it, I could feel it in my chest, something was coming for us.

By the time Juno's texts stopped, I had already called Sal and he told me what I needed to do. I knew he was right, but it didn't make it any easier.

If I really wanted to find Juno, I needed to reach into my past.

The past was hell to me, and hell is a place I don't like to revisit. But without those connections, finding Juno would be nearly impossible.

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, and I was well aware I was about to walk straight into the flames.

I prepared myself to do something I never thought I would do. To make a call I never imagined I'd be making. I searched carefully for the words I'd need to say.

I need your help. I've lost someone.