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JJ’s answer sat on my screen beneath the last message I had sent her.
Yes.
One word, and I had read it enough times that the letters should have burned into the glass.
She had wanted me to kiss her.
Not the man behind the visor. Me.
I turned the phone facedown when Benny entered the motel room carrying a cardboard drink tray and a thick folder.
His gaze dropped to the phone, then returned to my face.
“Should I come back after you finish staring lovingly at whatever is on that screen?”
“No.”
“Shame. You looked happy for almost half a second.”
“I wasn’t.”
“Terrifying, then.”
He set a coffee beside my hand and took the chair across from me. He opened the folder to property records, satellite images, and three county photographs.
The same three red marks stared back from the
