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I study him.

He's lying.

I know it. He knows I know it. Neither of us says anything.

Then his gaze shifts down the street. “Is Alibi with you?”

My heart jumps. “You remembered his name.”

Roman hesitates. “Yes.”

I smile. “You want to meet him?”

“No.”

I laugh. “Another time.”

“There won't be another time.”

“Sure, Hot Lips.”

“Stop fucking calling me that.”

I walk backward toward my car, grinning.

“Callie.”

“Bye!”

I turn around. I can feel him watching me the entire way.

When I reach the car, Alibi is standing with his front paws against the window.

I open the door. He immediately tries to climb out.

“Nope.” I scoop him back inside. “Not today.”

I look over my shoulder. Roman is still on the porch, watching us.

Alibi gives a little whine.

I scratch behind his ear. “Don't worry. We'll come back.”

Roman can't hear me from here. Probably.

I smile. “After all, we know where he lives now.”

I get into the car.

As I pull away, my phone buzzes.

I glance at the screen at the stop sign.

Roman: Don't follow Beck.

I laugh.

Me: Why?