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“Turned off around two,” Luca says. “The last signal was at his house.”

In the kitchen, the whole house is dark and silent around me.

“Car’s still there too, I assume.”

“Yes, Boss.”

That means Donnelly didn’t panic and run. He was removed.

“Get Marco inside the house,” I say. “I want eyes on everything before the police stumble into it.”

“Understood,” Luca says.

“And Luca.”

“Yes, Boss.”

“Pull the bank records Marco started on yesterday. I want every transaction from the last month.”

“Yes, Boss. He’s pulling up now,” Luca says.

“Tell him to start outside. I want the street, the driveway, the house—everything documented before anyone moves a thing.”

“Yes, Boss.”

“And find out who Donnelly spoke to yesterday.”

“You think someone leaned on him?”

“I know someone did.”

“Hey.”

Katie’s voice comes from behind me. I glance over my shoulder. She’s standing in the dark hallway, one hand on her hip. Her hair is even wilder than it was a few minutes ago.

“Hey,” I say. “Go back to bed.”

She ignores that completely and walks over, sliding her arms around my waist and resting her head against my chest.

“What are you doing?” she murmurs.

I raise the phone so she can see it. She throws a hand over her mouth.

Sorry, she mouths, stepping back.

“It’s okay,” I say. “Just work stuff. I’ll be there in a minute.”

She nods and walks back down the hall. I wait until the bedroom door closes before putting the phone back to my ear.

“Boss?”

“Don’t,” I say flatly. “Call me when you have something useful.”

I hang up. Both hands brace against the counter as I take a breath. The boss stays in the kitchen. When I go back to her, I’m just Michael.

When I get back into bed, she catches my arm and pulls it around her waist. I don’t stop her. She’s gotten very comfortable in the last twenty-four hours.

The first night in that bar I decided she belonged to me. It didn’t take her long to return the favor.