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“I know.”

“So don’t.”

“I know.”

He studies my face like he is checking whether I actually do.

I lift one eyebrow. “I’ve survived controlling men before. I recognize bait.”

Something uncomfortable crosses his face.

Maybe because one of his men used me as bait yesterday.

Good.

Let him sit in it.

Hyde nods once. “Fair.”

My phone buzzes again.

All three of us look down.

Clock’s running, Doll.

Mercy swears.

Hyde takes the phone from my hand.

This time I let him.

He calls CSI again. “Can you locate the sender?”

A pause.

“How long?”

Another pause.

“Do it.”

He hangs up.

“Burner. CSI needs time.”

“Razor knows that,” I say.

Hyde’s eyes narrow.

“He knows the club has tech.”

“He knows a lot.”

That thought settles ugly.

Too much.

The tracker. The festival roads. Bitter’s apartment. The timing. The cheating. The public humiliation.