“You’re both trash,” Judd said. “Your whole family is trash. Always were and always will be. God only knows why my dad is wasting his time with you.”

“Fuck you,” Jimmy Boy said between gagging coughs. “You’re just pissed Pop chose Shay over you. But he ain’t stupid, Prince. He knows you’d fuck it all up.”

Judd’s foot hit Jimmy Boy’s face so hard my brother flipped off his hands and knees. He crashed to the ground again, flat on his back. Judd swiped at his mouth, then wiped the blood from his hand onto the leg of his jeans. He spit a gob of rusty saliva that missed Jimmy Boy’s face by half an inch and splattered into the dirt by his ear.

The door of the trailer opened again, and Maggie’s head appeared. “What the hell is going on out here?” she asked. Her eyes fell on Jimmy Boy, and she flew down the steps and across the yard to where he lay motionless on his back. “Who do you think you are, coming to my home and carrying on like a bunch of maggots?” She knelt beside her son, but her sharp gaze remained fixed on Judd, who seemed to shrink under it. “Go on! Get out of here before I whoop the lot of yeh.”

Maggie was a small, fleshy woman and not the least bit imposing physically, but her tone was enough to scare four grown men to their senses. Eddie pushed me harder into the ground as he stood and clambered over to join his brothers, who’d already bolted for the Mercedes.

Pop appeared at Maggie’s side, and the two of them helped Jimmy Boy to his feet. She tucked herself under his arm and supported his weight with one hand to his chest and one to his back. I could see her scanning his face, already inspecting the broken and bleeding skin of his cheeks and lips.

“Come inside, love. I’ll fix you up.”

Jimmy Boy’s head lulled in what may have been an attempt at a nod but was more likely his neck’s inability to hold up his head. They moved in limping steps toward the trailer.

“I’m sorry for the trouble, Maggie,” Pop said.

I imagined, with great satisfaction, the earful Judd and his brothers would get for disrespecting Maggie’s home.

She glanced at him over Jimmy’s shoulder. “Cuts and bruises I can handle, Michael, but what you’re planning could do a far sight more damage.”

“You let me worry about that,” he said. His tone finally betrayed a hint of annoyance at her boldness.

I pulled myself onto the bench of the picnic table and rolled my head from one shoulder to the other to relieve the kink in my neck. A nice reward for my efforts to get Eddie off my back. I heard the trailer door slam behind my mother and brother, but I still wasn’t alone in the yard. I raised my head to find Pop staring at me.

“There’s some sense in what your mother says, Shay. If you don’t want to take this job, I won’t force you.”

An image of Judd’s boot connecting with my brother’s face flashed in my mind, and anger burned like acid in my mouth. “When do I leave?”

IT TOOK ME a day to get settled in after I arrived in Pennsylvania and another to find Tommy Costello’s daughter. Spencer was a nineteen-year-old sophomore at Balanova University, a member of the OIA sorority, and an avid reader. At least, according to her Facebook page. The last fact was quickly proven true when I found her in the courtyard outside the Carroll Center in the middle of campus.

From where I stood on the opposite side of the fountain, I had a clear view of her, sitting with her knees pulled up to her chest and her back resting against the broad trunk of a white ash. She was reading, her head tipped to one side, which made a thick section of her dark auburn hair fall forward to shade one side of her face. The quad was empty aside from the two of us and a kid who bobbed his head to the beat of whatever song played through his retro headphones.

Finding out she lived in a sorority house had been my first disappointment. Pop Sheedy had assumed she’d be living with her father, so I’d have to work a little harder to score an invitation to Daddy’s. I was still pretty sure I was up to the challenge, though. And the sooner I worked my way into her life, the sooner I could finish the job and get back home. Time to get this show on the road.

I circled around the fountain, gearing up for my role as “lost transfer student,” but a pixie-haired blonde in a pink-and-white sundress beat me to her. I stopped thirty feet from my goal and pulled a campus map from my back pocket. I watched the girls from the corner of my eye as I pretended to study the map.

“Hey, Spence!” the blonde said, handing over a cup emblazoned with the green Starbucks logo. “I got the herbal tea you wanted, even though it goes against every fiber of my being to order something that doesn’t have any caffeine in it.”

Spencer grinned at her and took the cup. “Aww, thanks, Kay. It’s so sweet of you to compromise your principles for me.”

“Whatevs. No biggie. Plus, sexy coffee-cart guy is working today, so it was totes worth it.”

Was this girl even speaking English? I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, then looked around the quad as if trying to orient myself. I spun the map in my hands so that I was looking at it upside-down. If I looked hopeless enough, maybe the girls would offer to help.

“Have you found a dress for the party tomorrow night?” the over-caffeinated blonde asked.

“Yep. I ended up going with the one we saw on South Street. Remember?”

“Ooh, the green one? I bet you look super hot in that.”

“It looks all right,” Spencer said. She shoved the book she’d been reading into a worn leather backpack. She slid a cell phone into the front pocket of the bag, snapped it shut, and slung it over one shoulder. “I’m supposed to meet Moira in ten minutes. She’s helping me study for my French quiz on Friday. Walk with me to the library?”

Both girls got to their feet. According to the map, Fowley Library was on the east side of campus, which meant I stood between them and their destination. I saw my opening.

My eyes still on the map, I took a few steps to my right just as she passed by.

“Oof!” she grunted. Her backpack swung forward, and I reached out to steady both her and it. Her body pressed against mine as she stumbled into me, and I had to admit it wasn’t an entirely unwelcome feeling.

“Shit. Sorry,” I said. “Are you okay?” I gently pushed her back and dropped my hand from her shoulder. The other fell from her backpack a second later, and I folded the map I was still holding, then slipped it into my back pocket.

She hoisted the bag back onto her shoulder and looked up at me. Her eyes were a warm, earthy brown like the clay soil that lined the banks of the creek back home and rimmed with thick lashes a lighter shade of auburn than her hair. They flashed with an undeniable spark of intelligence, and I worried for a second she might see through me.

“I’m fine,” she said, blinking at me.

“Sorry,” I said again.

“It’s cool,” the blonde said. She flashed a bleached white grin. “She doesn’t mind, do you, Spence?”

Spencer still blinked up at me, her lips parted slightly. “It’s fine,” she managed.

“Hopefully, next time we run into each other, we won’t actually run into each other.” I didn’t miss the color that bloomed in her cheeks when I smiled at her.

“Yep.” She nodded and linked her arm through her friend’s. “Come on, Kay, we’re going to be late.”

Spencer tugged on the girl’s arm, but the blonde locked her knees like a stubborn mare. “I’m Kay, and this is Spencer. Who are you?”

Straight to the point. I liked that in a woman. “Shane Casey.” I gave the name from the fake ID Pop had supplied me with before I’d left the Village.

“Nice to meet you, Shane,” Kay said. Her eyes glinted, and she elbowed Spencer in the ribs.

“Nice to meet you,” Spencer mumbled.