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Sonofabitch. He found the AirTag.

Roman looks down at the object in his hand, then slowly smiles.

Oh, fuck.

His head lifts.

I drop so fast my sunglasses nearly fly off.

Alibi lifts his head slightly, then licks my face.

“Don’t sit up,” I whisper. “This is a covert operation.”

He stays put, his panting loud in the car.

“Good boy.”

I slowly count down from fifty, then I peek over the steering wheel.

Shit. He’s still there.

I duck again.

“Don’t move,” I whisper to Alibi.

His tail thumps against the seat.

“That includes your tail.”

I wait another minute, then carefully peek again. Roman is farther across the parking lot now, scanning the cars.

Holy shit. He’s actually looking for me.

I sink back down.

We wait.

And wait.

Until finally, I hear a truck engine start.

I give it another thirty seconds, then look again.

He’s gone.

I slowly sit up. “He didn’t find us.”

Alibi pants happily.

A grin spreads across my face. “He found the AirTag. But he didn’t find us.”

I gently scratch behind his ear.

“I’m calling that progress.”

Then I put the car in reverse.

“Next time, we’ll find his house.”