he was n't finding it because , thirty miles away , emme , his f**king emme , was lying na**d in a bed in a ramshackle mansion that looked good but needed a shit ton of work that , on her own , would take a f**k of a lot longer than a decade and a half , a bed where she 'd been f**ked by a criminal , a stolen ten-thousand-dollar ring sitting on her nightstand .