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“Guard.”

His ears moved forward.

Rylie kept one hand on his back.

“I’m going with you,” Judy said.

“No,” I told her.

Her eyes narrowed.

“This is my crime scene.”

“The roof isn’t.”

“The line is evidence.”

“The person holding the other end might have a weapon.”

“So might I.”

I looked at the pistol in her shoulder holster.

“Stay behind me.”

“Stop telling me to stay behind you.”

“We’ve known each other for one day, and you’re already difficult.”

“We’ve known each other longer than one day.”

“That person stole my fries.”

“You said I could have some.”

“I said you could have one.”

“You counted?”

“There were twelve.”

Judy stared at me.

Behind us, Trigger made a sound that might have been a laugh.

Rylie smiled for the first time since she saw the photograph.

Wolf looked toward the window.

“Are you two finished?”

“Yes,” Judy said.

“No,” I answered.

She went through the window first.

The fire escape groaned beneath our weight.