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I smile. “Promise.”

She still looks worried.

I wave, then pull away from the curb.

Operation Find Hitman's House has officially begun.

Finding Roman takes forty-three minutes.

Not that I'm counting.

I check the grocery store first since he said he was going there.

Nothing.

The gym.

Nothing.

I drive past the road where we first met.

Nothing.

I'm beginning to think my plan has one tiny flaw. I don't know where Roman is. Which is irritating because that's the entire reason I'm doing this.

I stop at a red light. My phone sits in the cup holder. I could text him and ask him where he is.

He'd probably answer: Somewhere.

Asshole.

The light turns green.

I drive another two blocks before I see his black truck.

My heart jumps. “Oh my God.”

I duck. The horn blares.

“Shit!”

I sit up. I'm still driving. Probably shouldn't have forgotten that.

Roman's truck is two cars ahead.

I grin. “Found you, Hitman.”

I keep two cars between us. I've watched enough crime shows to know you never follow someone directly.

Roman turns right.

I turn right.

He turns left.

I turn left.

He stops at a red light.