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“Is James another hitman?”

“No. James is my stalker.”

Gracie's eyes widen. “You have a stalker?”

“Yes.”

“And you're happy about it?”

“Only because it's Roman.”

Her mouth opens. Closes. Then opens again.

Finally, she says, “I'm going to need you to start conversations from the beginning.”

I wave my hand. “Roman lives around here. Somewhere.”

Gracie blinks. “Most people do.”

“Not like that. In Hollow Creek.”

“Okay.”

“He won't tell me where.”

“Maybe because you spent two weeks looking for him.”

“Exactly.”

“That wasn't support.”

I glance through the front window. Roman's truck is long gone.

But a plan is forming.

I look back at Gracie. More specifically, at the keys sitting beside the register.

Her brows narrow. “What?”

“I have an idea.”

Her eyes narrow. “Callie.”

“What kind of car do you drive?”

“No.”

“I haven't asked anything yet.”

“You're looking at my keys.”

“I was looking in their general direction.”

“You were staring at them.”

“That's a strong word.”

“Why do you want my car?” Gracie folds her arms.