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“To where I'm staying.”
I stare at him.
“Which is?”
“Where I'm staying.”
I blink.
“That wasn't an answer.”
“It answered your question.”
“No, it didn't.”
“Yes, it did.”
“Roman.”
“Callie.”
“Where do you live?”
“Somewhere.”
“Is it in Hollow Creek?”
Silence.
“Roman.”
Nothing.
“Hotel?”
Nothing.
“Apartment?”
Nothing.
“Cabin?”
Still nothing.
I narrow my eyes. “House?”
Silence.
“Goodbye, Callie.” He starts toward the parking lot.
I follow. “Rental?”
Nothing.
“Short-term?”
Nothing.
