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"E, we've got a big fucking problem."

I was already irritated with the way the boss had handled Tyler's theft. Killing him in the alley was probably necessary considering he was skimming from us and had been for months. But to do it so sloppily was a little ridiculous. When Laurent said we had a problem, she was not what I was expecting. I thought maybe Tyler was under cover and we found his badge or a mic leaving us with little time to cover our tracks.

"What the fuck are you two goin' on abou....." my voice stopped in my throat when I saw her face. She was as pale as a fuckin' ghost under all that dirt and shit on her face. Between the heavy breathing and her shifty eyes, I wasn't sure what was more startling- seeing a girl next to a dead body or seeing a filthy girl in a fucking garbage dumpster. Either way, this was a problem. She let out a squeak and passed out.

Laurent and Mike looked at me for direction. I said nothing. Having a job like mine meant that I killed men, not women, not children. Not ever. So that was out of the question. I needed more time than this to fucking think about what was going on. The boss didn't need to know about this. Mike and Laurent weren't the most trust worthy guys I knew, that was for fucking sure, and I couldn't leave this up to them. Mike spoke up first. Then Laurent started spouting off ideas.

"We could just knock her off since the garbage truck is on the way, boss."

"That's not a bad idea, boss. She's had to have seen what we did, and she sure as shit saw our faces. We can't leave her here. She'll run to the cops."

"Of course she'll run to the cops boss," Mike started to whine like he was begging me to bend to his will. I had heard enough of their evil little thoughts.

"Enough!" I sighed loudly. "Mike, climb in there and pull her out. Laurent, lay her down in the back seat of my car."

"Boss, she's filthy! I'm not climbing here and getting all fucking dirty too!" I look at Mike with a stunned look on my face. The fucker had just carried a dead body covered in alley water and blood and he was bitching about this? Ridiculous.

"You can do what I told you to do or you can stay in the dumpster with Tyler. Your choice."

He hesitated for only a second before he climbed in and started to move the trash bags around her. He put her arm around his neck and pulled her legs out from under another bag. She was filthy, that was for sure. Her shoes were torn up and had holes in the soles straight through to her dirty feet. Her jeans were a dark brownish blue and riddled with holes. Her shirt was stiff with dirt and grime. Her skin was smeared with dirt and dark grime. It looked like she had been rolling around in dirt and motor oil for a long fucking time. Aside from her clothes and skin, she was skinny and looked sick. Like those girls you see walking down on skid row looking for their next hit. She needed a fucking sandwich.

I watched as Laurent laid out a garbage bag on the back seat of my Cadillac. Mike handed her to Laurent and he carried her to the car. When he got her in the car, he wiped his hands on his suit and looked at me for the next order.

"The two of you are gonna wait here for the trash pickup. I'm gonna take care of her. Until I figure out what she knows from tonight, you two aren't gonna say a mother fuckin' word to anyone about this. Got it?" They nodded like the stupid idiots they were.

"We got it boss." Laurent nodded and nudged Mike when he didn't do anything but look at the girl passed out in my back seat. He mumbled his understanding. I climbed into the car and pulled out of the alley. The first I was gonna do was get this girl checked out by someone to see if she was okay and get her something real to eat. After that, I didn't have a clue where the hell I was gonna take her. I pulled out my phone and called the Vet.

He answered on the second ring.

"What's up Edward, how have you been?"

"Jasper, I'm bringing someone to see you, so be at your clinic in twenty minutes."

"Is Dallas okay? She didn't get hurt did she? Did she eat chocolate again? I told you to keep that stuff away from her."

"Dally's fine. I'm bringing somebody to see you, and I think she's gonna need some medical attention."

He was silent for a few more seconds. He hated that I brought him into my world like this, using him as a doctor when he was just a veterinarian. But he was my brother and one of three people I trusted most in this world.

"I'll be waiting. Tell me, are there any gunshot wounds? I'll need to get certain tools if there are."

"No, no gun shots."

He hung up. I rolled the windows down and let the car air out. Whoever she was, she fuckin' stunk like the trash she had been climbing in. When I pulled up to the back door of his clinic, Jasper opened the door. He was wearing his white coat over his jeans. The look on his face matched mine- pure frustration over the situation. I got the impression, though, it was for different reasons.

I climbed out of the car and opened the rear door. She was still out cold. I could hear her stomach churning but she didn't look like she was going to wake up any time soon. I pulled her out by the shoulders and carried her in my arms through the door to the examination room. Jaspers face changed from frustrated to confused but he didn't speak up until we were inside.

"Lay her on the examination table." I did as he directed and wiped my hands on my jeans. I had started to smell like her. Great. "What happened to her?"

"We found her in a dumpster. She passed out. I figured I should get her checked out, but you know the drill- no hospitals."

He checked her vitals and looked her over. She was still out cold.

"Edward, come outside with me for a minute, I need to ask you a few questions. She'll be fine, I gave her a mild sedative."

I followed him outside and watched him lock the door to the examination room. He looked troubled and overly concerned for some damn reason. My frustration level started to rise when he didn't immediately start asking me questions. He was treating me with kid gloves for some fucking reason and it troubled me.

"After I treat her, are you going to kill her? Because I don't want to be involved in any part of your work that includes killing women- even one that probably saw something she shouldn't have. I'm not going to make her better just so you can get information out of her or torture her or do whatever it is that your kind does."

His words should have cut into me. They didn't though. He was right. I couldn't very well have her nursed back to health just to kill her off. I might be a cold hearted bastard when it came to my job, but I didn't enjoy hurting people, I just filed emotions away when it came to work and that was the easy part. I sat down and sighed. You trust him, remember. Tell him the truth.

"Fuck Jasper. I'm not gonna kill her. I told the guys I was going to get her checked out and then get information from her, but I'm not gonna hurt her. That's not what I do. Even if she did see something, I'm not gonna kill her. I don't know what I'm going to do with her, though. That's the fuckin' truth. But I'll work it out. If anything, I'd be happy just making sure she was okay and had a damn hot meal and a shower. No kid, much less a girl, should be living on the streets and eating out of goddamn dumpsters."

He thought about my little honesty speech and nodded.

"Wait here, I'm going to get some supplies. She's dehydrated and needs to rehydrate. She can't get out of the room if she wakes up so don't worry about that. I'll be back in five minutes and then I want you to come in with me and wait till she wakes up."

I nodded and watched him walk by the room. He hesitated for a minute and then walked down the hall to a supply room. I slouched down in my chair wondering exactly what the fuck I was going to do with her when she woke up.