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So how else could I find out?

Five minutes later, I still didn’t have an answer but there were three things I did know:

One—there was no way in hell I was spending the day with Trinity.

Two—I wasn’t spending the day alone at Garrett’s either.

Three—I needed to go home and get a change of clothes.

Hannah lived in the area and worked as a bank teller at the Chaffney Savings and Loan, which was about a mile from my apartment. Maybe I could convince her to swing by and pick me up.

I sent her a text.

Huge favor—can you pick me up at Garrett’s and drop me off at my apartment on your way to work?

Five minutes later, she hadn’t responded. I wasn’t sure if she was still asleep or ignoring my text. I was about to call her when a text popped up on my screen.

Sure, but it will cost you

I rolled my eyes. Of course she’d charge me.

If I wanted to pay for a ride, I’d call Uber

Not money, you fool. Something else

That gave me pause. What on earth could she want? Then I remembered our disagreement two Sunday dinners ago.

I’m not giving you my Maurice shirt, Hannah!

I don’t want your shirt LOL

That stumped me. I had no idea what she could want. Then she sent it:

I want you to burn it

I stared at my phone in disbelief. She was out of her ever-loving mind. That shirt had cost me $29.99 plus tax, and I looked damn good in it. How much would an Uber ride cost?

I opened the app on my phone and plugged in my address. I could get a ride for $15.74 plus a tip. Obviously, taking Uber was the smart economical choice.

My response was:

Then I requested the Uber, which said it would be there in ten minutes.

After I quickly changed into my dress, I folded the bedding and left it on the sofa, then put the left-over burrito filling into a storage container to bring with me. I could eat it at home while I figured out how to find out if Selena was lying dead in a ditch.

I’d just put the skillet into the sink and filled it with water when I got a notification that my car was about to pull up. I gathered my belongings, then locked Garrett’s front door before closing it behind me. Seconds later, a rusty Honda Civic was pulling up in front of the house.

I was halfway across the front yard when I stopped in my tracks. The app had said my ride would be in a blue Honda Civic, but there was someone in the passenger seat and what looked like a car seat with a toddler in the back.

Great. I’d just come out for nothing.

I was about to turn around and sit on the front porch when the passenger window rolled down.

“Iris?” the driver shouted, leaning forward so she could see around the middle-aged man wearing a suit in the front seat. He looked less than pleased.

I froze. “Yeah?”

“I’m your Uber, girl,” she said with a laugh. “Get in. We’re on a tight schedule.”