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“Isn’t there more?” I asked.

He put a hand on my leg. “You don’t want to see the rest. He shoots a teller.”

I gasped. “Oh my God, is she all right?”

“She’ll recover. But that’s why I need to spend evenings on this. We have to catch this crew before more people get hurt.”

The robbery didn’t sit right with me for some reason. “Can I see it again?”

“Why?”

“Please.”

He sighed and started it from the beginning.

When he stopped it, I’d figured it out. “She’s scared of him.”

“They’re all scared. The guy has a gun and fired it as soon as they came in.”

“No. Not the customers.” I pointed to the female robber on the screen. “Her. She’s scared of the man.”

He replayed it again. “I don’t see it.”

“Of course not. You’re a man.”

“You say that like it’s some kind of defect.”

“It’s DNA. Women can read body language better. It’s a fact.”

He shook his head and ran it again. “You really think so?”

I nodded as I got up. “Thank you for sharing that.” I decided to leave him be on a good note. “I’m going to check the email again.”

The email account was thankfully a bust, which meant tomorrow would be a normal day without any interference from the Ghost.

“Nothing on the email,” I called.

“Sugarbear, can we talk?”

Finally, the words I’d been hoping for.

When I returned, I found he’d put the computer away.

* * *

Adam

She joinedme on the couch, and I put my arm around her.

Her mentioning honesty had gotten to me, and it was time to tell her the truth. “You know your tattoo? Your cousin?” I asked.

She pulled away just a bit. “I don’t want to talk about what happened to her.”

There was no way to ease into it, so I slapped the first truth on the table. “I’m not really supposed to tell you, but she’s alive.”

She pulled away. “You don’t know that.”

I grasped her shoulders. “Deborah Ellen Benson is alive.”

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