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Ginny’s expression goes as flat as Mabel’s. “Not Pip?”

“Yeah. From Pip. That’s what I said.”

“Declan, go search his car,” Mabel says.

“Is that safe?” I ask.

Ten doesn’t say anything.

His eyes are darting between Ginny and Mabel like he’s debating how to best convince me not to search his car.

I am definitely searching his car.

“What am I looking for?” I ask.

“A post-it note printer,” Ginny says. “They’re small and portable. Maybe a few more envelopes of cash too.”

“I don’t have anything like that,” Ten lies.

I don’t know him well, but even I know he’s lying.

“Donotmake me turn Cricket’s chickens loose on you,” Ginny says. “Where’d you get the cash? And why are you leaving it here?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says.

Mabel brushes past me. I should go look for the printer like she asked me to, but I don’t want to miss anything here.

Plus, Ginny might need me.

“Don’t—” Ten starts.

“Don’t go see if you have a sticky note printer in your car?” Mabel says without stopping.

He heads after her.

I block him.

Add a growl.

He scowls at me, but he also backs down. “You’ll let my—my pigs out. I drove up here with pigs. Feral pigs. They’re scary. Super dangerous.”

Ginny stalks past him, squats and grabs the envelope, and thumbs through it. “Where’d you get this kind of money, and why are you leaving it around the winery?”

He thrusts a hand through his wavy hair, face falling like he knows he’s caught. “Can’t a guy do a random good deed and not get shit for it?”

Ginny squares up to him. “Someone else? Yes. You? No. Where. Did. You. Get. The. Money.”

“From my job.”

“What job?”

“My job.”

“Found the printer,” Mabel calls. “Put it in bottles with boobs? We weren’t supposed to figure it out when you were planning to leave that kind of a request in this envelope?”

“I didn’t fucking use that note,” Ten yells back.

Ginny thumbs through the envelope again until she finds the hundred-dollar bill with the note on it.