“You know I set that explosion off, right? In North Side?” “The one that killed your dad?” She nods, lowering her gaze. “Turns out my father’s property wasn’t quite as deserted as I thought. Someone I know got caught up in it, and I just found out last week that he’s really hurt.” I gape at her. “Shit. Lav…” We all heard the reports, but none of them mentioned any survivors. “Who was it?” She meets my gaze, mouth twisting. “Cash Mallis.”
