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“I didn’t say that. It’s just... you’re impulsive.”

“So what?”

I look at my fingernails.

Shit. He’s seen these too. I’ll need press-ons.

Violet’s talking, but I’m not listening.

“I need a favor.”

“Whatever you're about to ask, no.”

“I haven't asked yet.”

“I've known you for twenty-six years.”

“So?”

“Do not follow him.”

“I just want to know where he lives.”

“That is literally following him.”

“Not necessarily.”

“How else would you find out?”

Good question.

Roman isn't going to tell me. Beck probably would, but I don't know who Beck is. Gracie doesn't know. Agnes doesn't know. And driving around Hollow Creek in my SUV looking for his truck would be obvious.

Roman knows my SUV. I need a different vehicle. Something that’s not flashy.

My gaze moves over my closet. On the top shelf is a storage box marked Halloween.

“Callie?”

I ignore her and pull the box down.

“Don't do anything stupid.”

“I never do.”

Violet laughs so hard I pull the phone away from my ear.

“Rude.”

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing.”

I open the box.

Cat ears.

No.