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Jesus Christ. “Is he still in the building?”

“Already on the way down to the station for booking.”

Shit. “Alright. Can I go up to my apartment?”

“Sure. We’ll be out of here in just a few minutes.”

Rather than hit two on the elevator panel, I pressed the button for the fourth floor. I wasn’t sure if Devyn was home, but I was guessing Heath wasn’t—since he was likely on his way tojail.

I knocked on the door of unit 410 and waited, but no one answered. I was just about to leave when I heard a sneeze from inside. So I knocked again, this time louder. “Devyn? Are you home? It’s important.”

It wasn’t Devyn who opened the door; it was Hannah—the younger of the teenage Bonnie-and-Clyde duo.

I planted my hands on my hips. “Did you not hear me knock the first time?”

“I thought you were someone else.”

“Like who? Thecops, maybe?”

Hannah leaned forward and stuck her head out of the door, looking left then right. “Are they here?”

“Not on this floor, but they are downstairs.”

“Did they get Heath?”

I sighed. “What the hell was he doing breaking into Mrs. Unger’s apartment?”

“We didn’tbreak in. She left the door open. Shealwaysleaves her door open.”

“We?So you were part of this, too?”

Hannah pursed her lips.

I shook my head. “Is your sister home?”

“No.”

“Where is she?”

“How should I know?”

Jesus, these kids were not easy. “You need to call her and tell her what’s going on.”

Hannah folded her arms across her chest. “I’m no rat.”

“They took your brother tojail, Hannah. He needs help.”

Her eyes bulged. “To jail? Just for spray painting a cat? It isn’t even permanent. The temporary stuff was cheaper.”

I pointed to the cell in her hand. “Call your sister.”

“I already did. She didn’t answer.”

I shook my head. Why the hell did she give me a hard time if she’d already called? “Did you leave her a message?”

“Yeah, but she hasn’t called back.”

I sighed. “Alright. Tell me exactly what happened, and I’ll see what I can do.”

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