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“Caster? What’s wrong? You look pale.”

I stared at Rourke. “What?”

“Are you okay?”

No, I was far from okay. The story Brycen told was different from what Enzo had shared with me. Brycen was in love with him, he cared about him, and he never even mentioned Benito. Had I really let Enzo talk me into something that was an outright lie?

Why am I even surprised? He’s a criminal. Of course, he lied to me.

I forced myself to focus on Rourke, whose face was pinched with concern. “I’m good. I should have eaten more this morning.”

“Okay,” Rourke said slowly. “What’s that?” He nodded toward the book in my hand. “Anything interesting?”

I stared at the leatherbound book. “No, just an old diary. It doesn’t have much in it.” I tossed the book back into a box. “Anything over there?”

Rourke turned his back on me and started talking about one of the boxes. I used that brief moment to snatch up the journal and shove it into the waistband of my jeans. Rourke turned around as I was yanking down my shirt to cover up the book.

“I can’t find anything here,” he said. “There’s some notes scribbled down I might be able to look into, but otherwise?” He shrugged. “This is a dud.”

I sighed. “Let’s call it.” I closed the box in front of me and put it back on the ground where I’d found it. I stacked another on top. “I hope this is all back where it’s supposed to be. We don’t exactly have any right to be here.”

Rourke frowned. “It should be fine.” He shook his head. “You have me doing illegal shit, Caster.”

“Last time, I swear.” We let ourselves out. “What’s next?”

“You coming to face Sarge and the chief. They’ll give you orders on what to do, and we’ll go from there. Don’t worry. We’ll toss these guys so far under the prison they’ll rot there.”

I let out a smile, but it felt awkward on my lips. “I know,” I said. “I need to run a few more errands. Can we meet up tomorrow before work?”

“You got it. Go home and try relaxing,” Rourke said as we slipped into his car. “Things are about to get crazy.”

I believed him. When I got back to Enzo’s apartment, I knew exactly what I was going to have to do. Even if it made my skin clammy.

I need to get out of his place.

Whether Enzo was lying or telling the truth wasn’t the problem. I was now officially on the team against him. There was no way I could go on sleeping in his bed and pretending to be happy when I knew what was to come.

I had to leave Enzo alone once and for all.