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Devil horns.

Too recognizable.

Blonde wig.

Definitely not.

I dig deeper... until I find a dark brown wig left over from a costume party two years ago.

I slowly lift it from the box.

Perfect.

Roman knows my blonde curls. He knows my SUV. But he’s never seen me with dark hair.

I hold the wig against my head and study my reflection. Different clothes. Sunglasses. Maybe a hat. And a different car.

“Can I borrow Drew’s car?”

“No. You’re not dragging him into this.”

“Come on, Violet. I just need a favor.”

Silence.

I lower the phone and look at it.

Son of a bitch.

She hung up on me.

I tap my nails against the screen.

I know what I did wrong. I asked to borrow Gracie’s car. But I never told her we could swap vehicles.

My smile grows.

Roman has never seen Gracie's car.

This could work.

Actually... this is brilliant.

Roman I-still-don’t-know-his-last-name might be an elite hitman. But he's about to learn something very important.

Callie Quinn can hide, too.

I smile at my reflection.

I have the disguise…

Now I just need Gracie’s car.

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CALLIE

“If anything happens to my car—”