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“It was. I closed the shop and brought him up here for a hug and a really vague explanation that ended with him borrowing my sniper rifle. It didn’t make much sense until he came back with Dani. Then, it all became very clear.”
“If you ask me, I would have preferred the face-to-face ghost encounter,” he says. “Shows a bit more respect to you, in my opinion.”
“I guess that explains why I didn’t get a phone call before you showed up here.”
“More or less.” He takes a breath. “If I had called first you would have boarded up the windows and doors. I would never have gotten in here at all.”
I laugh. “You’re probably right.”
We stare across the counter at each other in a stiff holding pattern. The calm before the storm.
“So, what’s she like?”
I blink. “Dani?”
“Yeah.”
“She’s really nice, actually,” I answer. “Not at all what I expected of a girl like her.”
He nods. “She seemed cool. I didn’t get a chance to talk to her with the murderous assassin squad taking over our hotel.”
“We’ve gone to dinner a few times since Fox moved out here.”
“Oh, yeah?” he teases. “You’re just hanging out with movie stars now?”
I laugh. “Sometimes, yeah.”
He takes a drink, pouring the rest of it down his throat as he smiles back at me. “This city has changed you, Caleb Fawn.”
“Jealous?”
“Maybe.”
“Her new movie is really good—”
“Whoa.” He holds up his hand. “He showed it to you?”
I nod. “Yeah.”
“That son-of-a-bitch…”
“Oh, come on.” I laugh. “You’re surprised he didn’t send an advanced copy of a big movie to a hacker known for leaking sensitive information?”
He pauses. “Got more beer?”
“Of course.” I turn around and grab two more bottles off the shelf. “Although… drinking is probably not what we should be doing right now since there’s not one but two assassins after you. Is that right?”
He takes one of the open bottles from me anyway and chugs a thick sip. “Ah, yes. The Hart twins.”
“Who are the Hart twins?”
“Lilah and Elijah. Old acquaintances of Fox’s,” he says. “They aren’t too happy their little secret has been blown.”
“Not surprising…” I lean back against the refrigerator door. “How scary we talking here, Box?”
“Well, on a scale of Pee-wee’s Big Adventure to The Exorcist… I’d say it’s about a Suspiria.”
I chuckle. “Now you’re speaking my language.”
