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“Was anything stolen?”

“No.”

“That’s good. It probably just fell out of a pocket or something.”

I shook my head. “I pinned it to the towel I was using. It was sitting on the floor next to my machine the whole time. It should have been, anyway.”

He sipped his smoothie. “That’s strange.”

“I know.”

“This is such a small town. I’m guessing you don’t have a lot of crime. People probably leave their doors unlocked.” Dominic’s phone buzzed on the table. He picked it up.

“Some do. We’re a little more careful these days.”

“Oh? Why?”

Yeah, I’d said a little too much. I really wasn’t in the mood to go through the entire saga of our esteemed mayor being exposed as a psychopathic rapist and murderer—who was also the father of the man I was in love with.

“Just some stuff happened here recently.” And might still be going on, though I couldn’t say anything more.

“Uh…okay. You want to elaborate? I mean, I just got here, and I’ve got jobs I love. Are you telling me to leave?”

“No. Of course not. It’s just… Our mayor, who’s dead now, was involved in some pretty illegal stuff. I don’t really want to talk about it. I’m sure you can get the whole story somewhere else.”

“Sure. I understand.” He went back to his phone as if I’d said something as simple as the sun was shining.

Which I found extremely odd.

Chapter Thirty-One

Bryce

Chills traveled down my spine at light speed. “News.” A statement.

“Yeah.”

“What is it?”

“He doesn’t say. He’ll send it in a different document.”

“Okay. When?”

“He didn’t say.”

“Great.”

“Ease up, Bryce. We’ll just wait here until he sends it. In the meantime, I’ll ask about the stuff in the bin.”

I nodded, trying not to hyperventilate. We wouldn’t get through this if one or both of us lost it.

“Anything yet?” I asked after a few seconds.

“Nope.”

I shoved my hands into the pockets of my jeans. “Now?”

“Ease up, I said.”

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