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"What?" I ask.

Wheels looks around the kitchen before pointing toward himself. "You want me to leave?"

"Yes."

"From Bullet's house?"

"Yes."

Bullet takes another drink of water. "I support this."

Wheels turns on him. "Traitor."

"It's my house."

"We've already established that possession is a fluid concept."

"No, you established that."

I close my eyes. This was a mistake. Not extracting Maeve. That was the correct decision. Letting Wheels know where Bullet's safe house is. That might be the decision that destroys Grayline.

Chapter 37

Maeve

It's almost midnight by the time Keaton finally gets everyone out of the house.

Gets might be too generous a word for what actually happened.

It took another hour of arguing, two separate conversations happening over each other, and Rachel insisting that no one was leaving until I had everything I needed for the night.

I still wasn't entirely sure what had just happened.

Less than six hours ago, I'd been standing in the garage wondering which version of my husband was the real one.

Now I was apparently hiding in a safe house belonging to a man named Bullet, holding a red phone he'd pulled out of a kitchen drawer filled with what appeared to be an alarming number of untraceable cell phones.

I'd stopped asking questions around the third phone.

Rachel had been standing beside me when she'd mentioned calling in the morning.

"I'll check in when you wake up," she'd said, squeezing my hand gently. "And I'll bring you some necessities. Whatever you need."

My stomach had tightened. "I don't have my phone."

Rachel's expression had changed immediately. "You don't?"

The truth had climbed into my throat. Ronan took it. He wouldn't give it back. He took every way I had to communicate with anyone outside the house. But there had already been too much truth tonight. Too many people looking at me with concern in their eyes, and I couldn't bear to add one more thing to the growing list of ways my marriage sounded worse when I said them aloud.

"I forgot it," I'd said instead. "When we ran."

I'd felt Keaton's eyes on me from across the room. He knew I was lying. But he'd said nothing.

Bullet, however, had stood without a word and walked into the kitchen. I'd watched him pull open a drawer.

Then I'd blinked. "Are those all phones?"

He'd ignored the question, sorting through several of them before selecting a red one and walking back to me. "This one's yours."