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That’s odd timing. Does he think someone’s coming into the house, too, like I’m starting to wonder?

“For my safety?” I ask.

“He thinks you’d like company,” Coral replies, fluffing her pillow.

Calvin brings the beer to his mouth. “And maybe a buffer, in case you don’t want other visitors.”

Like Hunter or Kade?

Maybe Farrow is doing it for the team. Keeping Hunter mad and horny until he’s ready to let him loose to kill.

My nerves ease a little, though, grateful. I’ve been fine for over a week. I don’t know if I should be that scared of anyone sneaking in.

And the notes could totally be a prank. “Did you guys leave the notes on my desk?”

Calvin pinches his brow together in confusion. “Huh?”

Coral looks at me.

I shake my head. “Never mind.” I take a seat at the end of the couch and let out a sigh. “So where is Farrow?”

“Tending to needs,” Coral says.

Calvin laughs, still in his swim shorts, sneakers, and a hoodie.

Coral opens a pizza box on the floor, and I see steam rise into the air. “Want some?” she asks me.

I take a slice of cheese, folding it the long way, but I stop before I take a bite.

I glance at both of them, getting an idea. “Are you guys tired at all?”

Calvin holds up his cans. “I will be in four beers.”

I reach over and snatch the pack away from him. “Give me that.”

“Hey.”

“You can drink after the game.”

I toss the pack to Coral, who dumps them in her backpack.

“Plus, I need your help.” I shoot to my feet, taking a bite of pizza as I leave the room. “Let’s go!”

“Where?” he calls out behind me.

But I just walk for the door, waiting for them to follow.

Ten minutes later, we’re climbing out of Coral’s car, as she runs to the trunk to grab a couple of flashlights. I look out at Esplanade Street Cemetery, the rain light, headstones peeking out of the tall grass.

I turn to Calvin, continuing our discussion. “How do you not know where Conor Doran’s grave is?”

It’s local folklore. The town’s youth doesn’t have some tradition of making a pilgrimage or offering to it or something?

But he just waves his hand. “Look at this shithole.”

I bring up the light on my phone, Coral and Calvin taking the flashlights.

“I mean, how do you expect to find anything here?” Calvin goes on.

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