Alexis cries it out, beaten but not broken, on her garage floor. Dead people can’t cry, so she’d survived. Cyrus Lee would be back, and he’d have to kill her, because she refuses to give the bastard a dime. She needs answers, and there’s no one to ask. She calls The Pride. I mean, every girl’s father leaves a dial-a-hero card tucked behind the Monet, right? Something’s gone horribly wrong, because the hero is Nicholas Lee, Cyrus’s son.