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He did this on purpose. He scammed the clinic, took their money, and ran. And I suffered the consequences.

“Hey, Silva.”

I glance up at Kendall in the doorway, quickly realizing I’m holding an empty mug. I set it down. “What’s up?” I ask.

“We just got security footage from Ramsay Park,” she says. “You need to see this.”

I swallow my personal shit and follow her back onto the main floor. Trevor stands over Dougie’s chair with his hands on his hips and a sour look on his face.

I reach them and exhale, calming down a little bit more. “What’d I miss?”

Dougie points at the screen. “The city just sent this over. From two nights ago…”

I look at the footage. Dozens of happy, smiling people wander by on the sidewalk. Behind them, the Hot Sauce taco truck sits in its usual spot across the street from The Smoothie Zone.

And, clearly, I see Milo in the window.

“What time is this?” I ask.

“Seven twenty-four,” Dougie answers. “He putts around for another thirty minutes or so and then drives off.”

It sinks in. I’m not sure if I’m more disappointed or relieved.

“He didn’t kill Detective Wells,” I murmur.

Trevor leans in. “Well, wait. He still could have⁠—”

“Wells died at seven thirty. There’s no way Milo could have driven across town in time. He was right. Someone’s framing him.” I rub my heavy eyes. “Let him go.”

“He could still have killed Canon McGregor,” he argues.

Dougie shakes his head. “Nah, already checked that. He was there the night before, too. Airtight alibi.”

Trevor grits his teeth. “He had the murder weapon in his truck.”

“Anyone in the Quinn’s parking lot could have placed it overnight. We have no case,” I say. “Just let him go.”

“Anna,” he leans over to look me in the eye, “are you okay?”

I breathe in, feeling my air rattling around in my chest.

“Yeah, I think I’m gonna take off. Pick up my kid and…” My voice falls. “I don’t know. I’m just gonna go.”

He reaches out to touch my arm. “Call me if you need⁠—”

I walk out of his touch toward my desk with tunnel vision to grab my things and get out of here.

I just want to go home and hug my daughter.

After that… I haven’t quite figured that part out yet.

CHAPTER 12

MILO

Well, this was unexpected.

Not in a but-I’m-guilty kind of way. In a the-deck-was-stacked-against-me-but-I-still-turned-a-full-house way. I knew I didn’t kill those people, but this world is becoming more and more guilty-until-proven-innocent every single day.