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“Damn,” Archer murmured, turning away from Ezra and Ridley. “He knows.”
“Knows what?” Ridley took hold of Archer’s arm and tried to pull him back around.
“You’re welcome,” Ezra said loudly. “Can I go now?”
“Um, yes.” Ridley looked over her shoulder at him. “Thank you, Ezra.” Then she hurried to block Archer’s way forward. “Why the heck does Lawrence Madson need to steal from your family?”
Archer’s eyes rose to meet hers, but it was as if a wall had come down over them. “Thanks for your help, Ridley. I can handle things from here.”
She dropped her hands to her sides. “Seriously? That’s it?”
“That’s it. Your job’s done. You can go back to your friends.” He made to move past her, but she put her hand out and stopped him.
“Hang on. Just wait. I can help you with this. It’s easy for
