Chapter 32
My thumb fell onto the touchscreen. I didn’t toss the salt, however. Instead, I inched backwards, buying time for Tank to come to my assistance. “You aren’t Butch.” I shook my head, trying to make sense of inconsistencies. “That’s not possible. I saw both of you at the same time.”
“At Harper’s school?” Marina swung her legs out from under the covers. Despite having ostensibly been sleeping, her pajamas were uncreased and perfect. Silk and unisex, they would have looked as good on Butch as they did on her.
“Yes,” I agreed.
The odor of peaches intensified. “Appearances can be deceiving.”
As she spoke, the phone vibrated in my hand. I didn’t glance down, but Marina’s gaze flew to it anyway. Her eyes narrowed. “I told them to remove all of your electronics. Give me that.”
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