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FINN

Aww, was the little baby sleeping?

I snorted, unsurprised that all of them were awake, nor that Owen hadn’t replied. It was after four for him in Michigan, and he slept like the dead. My only hope was that the notifications didn’t wake his wife, Delia.

WEST

I need my beauty rest.

TREY

You NEED a swift kick in the ass.

CREW

Can we get to the point before I die?

TREY

Oh, right. So an alarm went off at Lane’s house half an hour or so ago, and I got up to check it. When I rewound the footage, I saw none other than Sutton Rausch showing up at Lane’s house

FINN

FUCKING FINALLY

ME

It’s not like that.

I didn’t know why I bothered responding; it wouldn’t do any good.

CREW

Suuuuuure, sheriff. What other reason could there be for her to show up at your house that late?

WEST

A booty call really is the only explanation.

I ground my teeth together in irritation. God, my brothers were fucking assholes.

ME

For your information, she had a break-in at her place tonight. She came here looking for help.

There, I thought smugly.That should satisfy them.

I was momentarily proven wrong.

FINN

So let me get this straight. Someone broke into her house three miles away, and instead of running to her neighbors to call for help…she came to you?

TREY

Walked there from the looks of it too. I didn’t see a car or headlights.

WEST