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“Yes.”

“Make something up. Get out of there. I’m on my way.”

I shake my head. “No, you take care of Charlotte. Tell her I love her and I’ll be there soon.”

“Anna—”

I hang up and lower the phone to my side.

This isn’t possible, right? Trevor’s a good cop. He’s not…

Vincent wouldn’t lie to me about something like this. He wouldn’t lie to me at all.

Trevor smiles and nods at the phone. “What’s up with the kid?” he asks.

I force a laugh. “Binged a little too hard on sugar last night,” I lie. “She’s sick.”

He chuckles. “Kids will be kids, right?”

“Ain’t that the truth,” I say with a sigh.

My mind races as I look at him. Trevor pushed Milo’s guilt so hard, even when an alibi vindicated him. The hot sauce at the crime scenes. The fingerprints on Martin’s door⁠—

My breath catches in my throat. Trevor took those prints.

And we found the murder weapon in Milo’s truck after Trevor searched it first. Alone.

My guts sway with epiphany.

Trevor gives a kind smile that trembles my knees. “Anna, are you sure you’re okay?” he asks.

“Yeah,” I say, pausing.

“Talk to me,” he says.

“I’m just worried about my daughter,” I say, stepping forward. “I need to grab a few extra shirts for her and go⁠—”

He shifts into my path. “Eh, what’s the rush?” he asks. “She’s got her aunt and uncle taking care of her. Take a break. You’ve earned it.”

I look over his shoulder at the door. “Actually, Trev, I should really go. Charlotte is not an easy kid when she’s sick.”

“All the more reason to relax. You’ve got your work cut out for you.”

He inches closer and shivers dance down my spine. A shadow crosses his eyes and I sense a desperation hidden within his growing black pupils.

“You’re a beautiful woman, Anna,” he says. “I’m sorry if that’s too forward, but I think about you a lot. And not in a friendly way.”

“That’s…” I eye the door behind him again. “That’s very sweet of you, Trevor, but I don’t feel the same way. I’m sorry.”

“Give me a chance,” he begs, his face twitching. “Give us just one chance. I’ll be good to you…”

He touches my hips, staying on me as I shift backward.

I reach out and lock my elbows to keep him at arm’s length. “Trevor, back off,” I say.

His boyish face vanishes completely, and he grits his teeth. “What’s it gonna fucking take with you, huh?”

I blink. “Excuse me?”