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The next morning, we stopped at the shop and saw that Marcus had things well in hand before we headed to Miranda’s house. I’d checked in with Cate who had told me what car Rafe drove – a black Audi A8 with dark tinted windows. I had no idea what that looked like, so I texted Daniel, who sent me a picture. Pretty much what I’d imagined a man like him might drive – super expensive (like $85,000 expensive), super sleek, super pretentious.
She also said that he worked at an accounting firm over in Annapolis so would likely be gone most of the day. “But be careful, Harvey. We’ve all seen the movie where the husband comes home early and finds the person snooping. Don’t get caught.”
The fact that I hadn’t told her what I was doing was not lost on me. I clearly was not as sneaky as I thought
