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I glance through the windshield.

Okay. She's right about that.

“Celebrities wear sunglasses when it's cloudy.”

She stares at me. “You aren't a celebrity.”

“Roman doesn't know that.”

Gracie closes her eyes. “Why am I helping you do this?”

“Because you're my friend.”

“I've only known you for about a month.”

“And look how close we've gotten.”

“That isn't reassuring.”

I smile. She doesn't.

“Remember,” I say, “if Roman comes into Bramble, you don't know anything.”

“I don't know anything.”

“Exactly.”

“No. I mean, I genuinely don't know what your plan is. You won’t tell me anything.”

“Plausible deniability.”

“Callie.”

“It's for your protection.”

“From what?”

“Roman.”

Her eyes widen.

“I'm kidding.”

“That's not funny.”

“It's a little funny.”

“No.”

I sigh. “I'm finding out where he lives.”

“That sounds illegal.”

“Following someone isn't illegal.”

“Is that something you looked up?”

I pause. “No.”