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Slade watched Kyra sleep as the sun filtered through the curtains of his room. Howler was curled up on the other side of him, snoring. Slade wanted to sleep, but he couldn’t. He knew he was missing something about the robbery and couldn’t figure out what it was.
Kyra stirred in her sleep and rolled over. When her hand brushed his chest, she sighed softly and snuggled closer to him. Slade shifted to his back and pulled her against his side. She didn’t wake up.
He turned everything over in his head. The computer rerouting the call so the police weren’t notified about the bank, the signal jammer to make sure no one in the bank could call or text, and the glasses that hid their faces from the moment they walked in. Someone inside the bank had to be working with them. Someone had to have
