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“I tolerate your dog.”

Her brows raise. “You went into the coffee shop with a dangerous man inside to retrieve his Scooby-Doo machine.”

“Mercer was gone.”

Her smile disappears.

Good. At least she remembers why I'm here.

“Is that his name?”

Shit.

I look past her into the house. “Can I come in?”

She studies me for a second, then steps aside.

I enter.

Callie closes the door. “You're doing it again.”

“Doing what?”

“That thing where you ignore my question.”

“I heard your question.”

“That actually makes it worse.”

Callie watches me. “Roman.”

“Who else is here?”

“My sister, Violet.”

“Anyone else?”

“No.”

“Where's Alibi?”

“With her.”

“Show me.”

Her eyebrows go up. “Excuse me?”

“Callie.”

Something in my tone must register because she stops arguing and walks ahead of me.

I follow her through the house.

The place is exactly how I remember it. Warm. Expensive. Lived in. There are pictures on the walls. A blanket tossed over the back of the couch. A mug on the coffee table. Shoes near the stairs.

Everything my rental isn't.

Callie leads me down a hallway and through an open doorway.