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Well, hell.

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Harvey pulled up outside the cabin several hours later.

After checking his entire house to see if anything had been taken, he’d had to finish going through his camera footage as Paddy had gotten pulled off onto another job.

Only for nothing distinctive to show.

The intruder had their face completely covered and had been dressed all in black. There was no way to figure out any discerning features, other than the fact that they looked like a man.

Could it have been the doctor? Maybe. But it was impossible to say for sure. And would the good doctor even do his own dirty work? No, he’d probably hire it out, as would Lily’s mother.

To make it look like a robbery, they could have just stolen a few things. Why go around and smash everything? It risked discovery.

It almost seemed like someone had lost their temper. Desperation, maybe? He could see her mother getting that desperate, but he couldn’t see her mother breaking into his house.

Ronan’s guys were combing the house for evidence and then a cleanup crew would come in.

Harvey had to order some new furniture. He wondered if Lily would want to do that.

But he didn’t want to scare her by asking.

No, he’d figure it out himself. Actually, Fiadh had a friend who was an interior designer. Maybe he’d contact her.

Getting out his phone, he called Fiadh.

“Hello, little brother. Did you finally find my phone number again? I thought you must have lost it.”

Harvey rolled his eyes. Everyone in their family was a critic at the moment. “It hasn’t been that long since I called you.”

“Uh-huh, sure. So, what can I do for you?”

Now he felt a bit guilty, since he was calling to ask her for something, and not just to chat. He winced. “So how is the bakery?”

“Brother, I know you didn’t just call me to chat. What’s going on? I heard from Bea that you’d had a break-in. I didn’t even know that you weren’t at home. So where are you staying and why?”

He sighed. “Look, I can’t really get into the details at the moment, but I’ve just had to go away for a while.”

“Hmm. And does it have anything to do with the break-in?”

“Perhaps,” he said. “Or it could have just been random. Anyway, since you’ve already talked to Bea, I guess she told you that all my stuff has been smashed.”

“Yeah, no loss there.”

“Why did none of you tell me that you hated my house?”

“I mean, hate is a strong word,” she said.

“Anyway, I was wondering if you could ask Amanda if she would be able to do her magic on my place.”

“Oh, good choice. She’ll do a great job. Do you have any idea of what sort of style you want?”

Style?

“No.”

“Colors?”