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The yellow light from the streetlamp seeped through a gap in the curtain, painting stripes of artificial sun across the apartment floor. The muffled thump of a funk beat leaked from the next room, while the smell of cheap whisky and stale cigarette smoke clung to every piece of furniture. In the living room, empty bottles formed a mosaic on the rug, and the TV, muted, cast shifting colored shadows on the walls. Richard Rios sat slumped on the sofa, his tattooed arm draped over the back, a beer bottle dangling from his fingers. His breathing was heavy, his eyes fixed on nothing, his jaw tight. He had just hung up the phone, and your voice—you's voice—still echoed in his skull: Matteo. Four years old. Sick. Blood. He dragged a hand down his face, smelled his own body—sweat, smoke, sex…