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“So John’s back tire has been going down, and it was booked in for a service today to get repaired.”

“Who’s John?” Chloe frowns.

“Her husband,” I reply.

“He had to work, so I offered to take it in for him, and he took my car to work,” Rebecca replies as she leads us through the house.

“Right.” I frown. Where is this story going?

“And I took it in and got the tire fixed, and then I thought I would clean and vacuum his car out as a surprise.” She opens the internal garage door, and we see a gunmetal-gray hotted-up Audi SUV.

“Okay.”

“I want you to tell me I’m crazy.” She opens the back door of the car.

“Spit it out.”

“Get in.”

“What?”

She gestures to the car. “Get in, and don’t touch anything.”

Chloe and I climb into the back seat.

“Do you see anything abnormal?” Rebecca asks.

Chloe and I look around the car. “No . . .” We frown.

She turns on the flashlight on her phone and shines it on the window. “What about now?”

Two perfect foot marks come up on the inside of the door window: a woman’s footprints.

“I’ve never been in the back seat of this car,” Rebecca says.

Our eyes widen as we stare at the footprints.

“You see them, right?” she asks.

We both nod.

One footprint is at the side, as if someone has been lying in the back seat; the other one is on the other side of the window, as if they have been spreading their legs.

“You think he’s cheating on you?” Chloe whispers.

Rebecca shrugs. “How the fuck do women’s footprints get in the back seat of your husband’s car?”

“I don’t know.” I stare at the footprints. “They’re definitely there, though. You are not imagining this at all.”

“Fuck.”

We all stay silent as we think.

“You know what we need?” Chloe replies. “We need one of those black light semen detectors.”

“What?” I frown.

“Yeah, you know. Like the police use.”

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