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“Eli Brown,” he read the name off. “What a fucking joke. Like the guy is actually named Eli.”

I frowned at him. “My name is Eli. What exactly are you saying?”

He shrugged. “Nothing. It’s just…who names their kid Eli?”

“My parents,” I argued.

“I’m just saying, it’s a made up name.”

“Clearly, it’s not or I wouldn’t have the name,” I gritted my teeth. “And what kind of name is IKE?”

“A really fucking awesome name,” he grinned.

I rolled my eyes and walked away when I heard the woman giggling that had the bomb strapped to her.

“Lady, you have to stay still.”

“It tickles. What does this do?” she asked.

Something about the lilt of her voice jarred my brain. I knew that voice from somewhere, but I didn’t have a fucking clue where. I didn’t get a good look at her face before. I was too busy looking at the bomb strapped to her chest and the switch in her hand.

“What if you take this out?”

“Would you fucking stop touching things, lady!” IRIS shouted at her.

I turned to face her, horror dawning when I saw the woman that stole my fucking wallet. “You!”

Her head jerked up and her eyes went wide. “Uh…hey,” she smiled, waving slightly.

“Would you stop moving? Do you want to blow up?” IRIS snapped.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I said, stalking over to her.

“Um…” She cocked her head to the side, pursing her lips. “I’m…currently trying not to blow up.”

Frustrated, I huffed out a breath. “You know what I mean. You stole my wallet.”

She cocked her head to the side like she was questioning my sanity. “Well, I was with you last night, and then I decided to come to work. Great plan, I know, but it happens.”

“She stole your wallet?” IKE asked.

“Yes,” I gritted my teeth.

“Like, at a bar?”

“You know, a little quiet would be appreciated while I try not to blow us up,” IRIS grumbled.

“We met at the bar,” the woman clarified, “but then he took me to this hotel.”

“Last night?” IKE stared at me. “No wonder it took you forever to get your ass out of bed.”

I sighed heavily. “What the fuck do you care?”

He laughed slightly. “I don’t. It’s none of my business, but it explains why you’re dragging ass. Must have been really good.”

“Oh, he was,” the woman laughed but quickly schooled her features when I glared at her.

“Did you get her number?”

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