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“Tex. I’m worried about you,” Chelsea said. “Whatever this is, you should drop it and move on.”

“Have you reviewed the hard drive yet?”

“No,” she muttered. “I’m trying, but a lot of it is in code. He was smart enough to encrypt damn near everything or have someone else do it.”

“How long do you think it’ll take you to get through it?”

“I’m not sure if I should.”

I paused and gripped the steering wheel. “What?”

“You’re getting obsessed,” she said evenly. “I don’t want to be part of the reason you spiral.”

I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Just do it, Chelsea. Or give it back, and I’ll find someone who can do their fucking job.”

“Fine. Jerk.”

She hung up, and I stared at the screen. Great. On top of feeling sick, I felt like an asshole too. I thumped my head against the steering wheel. I’ll apologize to her later. I was so close to figuring out what was going on, but I needed more. Learning about Brycen was a pet project. I had no idea if I could pin it on Enzo. Or if it would be enough. I had to keep digging.

I was so close to making detective I could taste it. One big case, and I would be there. I rolled my shoulders, trying to ease the tension that made them tight. But it stayed there like a stone making my chest constrict and my skin feel tight.

I could be on the verge of getting everything I wanted. So, why did it feel so empty?