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I push him back toward the passenger seat and peek out the rear window.

Roman is still standing in the doorway. Black T-shirt. Gray sweatpants. Bare feet.

Oh, that's unfair.

I've never seen Casual-at-Home Roman.

Apparently, he’s trying to kill me.

Beck says something. Roman moves aside, and Beck disappears into the house. The door closes.

I sit up.

My smile grows. “Found you.”

Alibi wags his tail.

“I knew I could do it.”

Technically, Beck did it.

But that counts.

I grab my phone. My thumb hovers over Roman's name.

I could text him. Nice sweatpants.

No. Too easy.

I could take a picture of his house.

Also too easy.

I could simply go home, secure in the knowledge that I've finally beaten him.

I look at the house. Then at Alibi. Then back at the house.

“Who am I kidding?”

I pull off my wig and large sunglasses. Then I use the rearview mirror to fluff my hair, reapply my lip gloss, and check my teeth for anything.

Good enough.

“You stay here.”

Alibi tries to follow as soon as I open my door.

“No.”

He stares at me.

“You're too recognizable.”

His tail stops.

“That wasn't an insult.”

He continues staring.