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Ryder lives in Chicago. He’s a Dalton. Our fathers are brothers. They’re into big tech.

“We don’t need to bother him,” I say. “I’ll take care of it.”

“How? It sounds like she doesn’t want to be involved with you. You snoop around personally, and she might go into hiding if she hasn’t already.”

Rob: “You don’t have any idea what you did, huh?”

I’ve been telling myself I’ve done nothing wrong, but maybe I’m delusional. She wouldn’t leave for no reason, so I had to have done something.

“I don’t know,” I answer. “I just don’t know.”

“So, let’s find out,” Blake encourages. “I’ll call Ryder, and he can check around.”

“It’s a start anyway,” Rob adds.

I close my eyes and rock back and forth. “All right, let’s do it.”

Blake dials Ryder and stops when my home phone rings. I answer.

“Mr. Dalton. Farrah Conner is here and would like to see you.”

What the f . . .?

I rub my neck. It’s killing me. Probably from sleeping on the couch. “Tell her I’m not here.”

“Yes, sir.”

I hang up and close my eyes.

“What?” Rob asks.

“Farrah Conner.” I slam the table with my fist. “Goddammit!”

“Why so hostile?” Blake asks. “Did Farrah do something?”

I tell them what Farrah did to Amber and about the conversation in my office.

“Whack-a-doodle,” Rob confirms.

“I’ll say,” Blake agrees.

“Anyone else hungry?”

“I am,” I reply.

“Me too,” Blake answers.

“Chinese?” Rob asks.

Blake and I nod.

“All right.”

Rob gets on the phone and orders.

Blake says, “I better get a hold of Ryder,” and then punches in some numbers. “Ryder?”

Pause.

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