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Driving back into the parking garage at Belvedere Place felt strange. As if I was revisiting the scene of the crime, which I technically was. Although the cops still hadn’t knocked on my door. A sudden thought seized me—what if Hayden had mentioned my unscrupulous behaviour to his neighbour? To Terrence Garner? I considered that for a moment, then came to the conclusion that he probably wouldn’t have spilled my secret. Hayden might have proven himself to be a jerk, but he wouldn’t condone theft. Plus he didn’t seem to speak to his neighbours in any case. What would he do, pop next door to borrow a cup of sugar and inform Garner that his former dog-sitter-s***h-hook-up had bugged the wall between their apartments? No, I couldn’t see it.
I’d wondered if Hayden might have deactivat
