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I school my features. I need to know everything, and if I lose it, on myself and the stalker, she won’t tell me any more.

“Go on, please,” I say softly.

“My computer was opened. I know I left it closed. It was on purpose. I didn’t want to drain the battery, it was dying, and I couldn’t find my charger. I went to search for it in my car, but when I came back fifteen minutes later, I saw someone I knew from class and got to talking.” Her free hand palms her face before dropping. “When I finally walked back into the house, the computer was open. A decoration was misplaced. My computer bag was open, too, but my wallet wasn’t missing, so I thought I was being overdramatic.”

“Was anything used?”

“No, that was the weird part.”

“What else?”

“I always felt eyes on me.” She clears her throat. “Then there was the time I found the metal tracker you left in my bag.”

I pull my hand from hers, rearing back a bit.

What. The. Hell.

“What?” She shrugs, looking away.

I reach my hand out, touch her jaw, and make her look at me. “Payton, I never left a tracker in your bag.”

“Then how . . . ?”

Her mouth drops open, and her eyes go wide.

“Did anyone ever have access to your place?” I ask, more urgent this time.

She’s been in danger this whole time.

Her nose scrunches. “No.”

“Did anyone ever bump into you, maybe—”

She gasps, snapping her fingers. “Yes. It was that time I fell by your apartment. That man.”

It wasn’t an accident.

Payton starts to chew her lip, nervously. She’s come to the same conclusion. He bumped into her to drop the tracker.

“Did you see the man’s face?” I stare into her eyes, studying her. “Would you recognize him if you saw him again?”

She shakes her head, frowning. “No.”

I grab her hands and bring them up to my lips. “I have to go, but I promise I’ll be back soon. I have to go take care of something.”

A man I must kill.

“Can I come with you?”

“No.” I stand and press a kiss to the crown of her head. “I can’t have anything happen to you, princess.”

It doesn’t take long to pull up the address of Lorenzo’s warehouse.

It’s located on the dock.

Cliché as fuck.

But since he now runs the mafia, I’m not sure what else I should have expected.

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